For some crazy reason, I thought that I was completely over you. Turns out I was, in fact, completely crazy for thinking that.
It always comes back to you.
Sure, there were times when I felt the familiar twinge inside, the telling pull on my heart that served as a gentle reminder of how I cared about you... but I had gotten good at ignoring them - pretending they were cigarette cravings and not a blatant craving for you... Light a cigarette and get my next hit. It didn't work that way.
You cry, I cry, we all cry together. I lie beside you for the first time in months and I am dizzy from the scent of your skin and the cigarettes we've been smoking and the vodka that still tastes sticky on my lips. I lie beside you and wonder if you'll make a move. Sleep crossed my mind once or twice, and then it actually threatened to wrap me in its warmth. But you leant over then and I could subtly taste the liquor in your kiss.
And one kiss became two.
Two kisses became a waterfall and I thought I would drown if you didn't hold me up, hold me in reality.
"I've missed this."
"So have I," you replied thickly.
I fell asleep in your arms that night. It reminded me of the countless times I had done so before - me with my head resting on your chest, your arm gently cradling my body against yours. I've been with others, and they don't fit against my body the way you do. It is the most perfect feeling, the feeling of home and complete peace.
Fear gnarls around my gut now, and I wonder if I spoke your name beside you in my sleep.
Dawn broke, and just like it happened once or twice before, I woke alone.
The rain was harshly fitting, and just enough to inconvenience. So I left early and did my best to slip away quietly. I took one last look at your tousled self in the dim light and fought back the urge to kiss you again. Not now.
Once home I can’t shake the feeling that although this has happened before, this time will be different. Something inside tells me that this time it won’t just be about ‘hooking up with the ex’, as it would be nonchalantly be called; something tells me that this time I’ve left some sort of impression with you.
I just wanted my touch to reignite what was there.
Tonight, I fall asleep with your powder blue eyes etched in my mind. Something now tells me that the walls will hear me whisper your name again tonight.
It always comes back to you.
A contest entry
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400 points, ended January 10, 2007, 10 entries
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very good
It seems very real to me....especially the smattering of conversation. The only part I found odd was the "cry" part. To me, it doesn't seem to fit. Other than that, nicely done.
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Wow, not a bad write! I have to say, you spun quite a story from a life experience (it sounds like it). I know I have felt the same feeling, if not the same exact situation, so I feel for you and hope that everything works out for you. Other than that, good job, excellent job, and keep it up.
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ummmmmmmmm.... it was ok great descripition anlovely story. it was a great try and it really was a great succsess. that was really good how you spaced out your phrases and pharagraphs. you really did a good job.
soon...
lc2413
p.s lc2413 and thanks alo -
Wow this is really good. I love the style of it. xD It flows so nicely I hope you continue it!
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Made me dizzy with love.
You have chosen to give us an Entry without any previous Comments. We will see how you fare. A very excellent story. There is somewhat of a twist for me in this. The people seemed to switch from the escaper and the escapee. I assume the dude left in the night and woke up in his bed alone and then missed the girl that he had spent the night with at her place?
Sometimes even a simple story brings complication into my life.
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thanks for your comment! i hadn't written prose like this in so long, and i just thought i would post it in your contest so people would actually read it.
this scenario happened to me last week. i woke up and i was alone, but it turns out he was on another futon bed thing in the room. so although i wasn't alone in the room, i felt alone because, what was so wrong sleeping beside me? lol.
i guess we'll just see where this scenic path takes me...
again, thanks for your comment. it made me glow.
tara
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