Tuesday, June 30, 2009
ABC Story.
As I walked down the sidewalk next to him, I thought about the softness of his hand in mine. Behind us , the full moon shone, as brightly as could be. Caressing my back with his free hand gave me shivers down my spine. Down the road we could see my porch light on, my parents surely inside waiting for me to walk in the door from my late night. "Ella, do you really have to go?" he says in the sweetest voice. Finding my voice is hard, I'm afraid I'll ruin this perfect, beautiful image of the night. Graciously, I take his hands in both of mine and say, "You could just stay a little longer than planned... accidentally letting me fall asleep in your arms.." How nice the night smells on my fragile senses. I don't want him to go just yet, praying to God he'll agree to my plan. Joining me on the porch, he and I both realize my parents aren't up, and he's able to take his time and look me in the eyes. Kissing me lightly after his bright blue eyes have memorized every part of me, I think to myself just how in love with him I am. Lips in sync, he realizes I want him just as much as he wants me, right here, right now. Moving slowly into the outdoor swing, padded with cushions, I feel the warmth of him compared to the chill of the night air. Nothing could ever feel as great as this. Of course, he's the only good thing I've felt since I was twelve. Pacing heart, I know I'm not nervous, especially with him being here. Quiet overcomes everything outside, and all I can hear is his strong, healthy heart, and my failing one. Restrictions on my body prevent me from moving faster, I worry my body wont keep up with what will come next. Staring at me, he gives me strength, I know I can handle it. Turning to the door, I'm positive I'll be able to do the thing I've always wanted most. Unless my parents somehow wake up from the quiet creaking of the stairs, I'm golden. Various things cross my mind, as if I'll have all the time in the world, even though I know in a matter of months I'll no longer be here. Wondering if he thinks the same things, I undo his buckle swiftly, I'm not scared because with all my heart I love him. Xanadu is where I'm at, it feels like heaven already. "You love me, don't you?" Zach has always loved me, and I've always known this.
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