Lovers Embrace
She draws you in… you never thought you would get her and, even when you knew it was going to happen you had no concept of the ecstasy that would ensue.
She is cute and you have no idea of the beauty that lies beneath those plain looking clothes. You assume that maybe a kiss will ensue, as has happened a thousand times before, and it does. Soft skin, kind eyes, an annoyingly loud voice as only a South American can manage, and a comically bad kisser.
It is not until the next night that you realize that this, as of yet just another kiss, is not just another kiss.
The particulars are unimportant but I have often said that you can tell a lot about a woman by the way her warm body presses up against yours as you lay in bed, fading off into sleep. An uncomfortable person is hard; they feel cold; they feel uneasy, unsettled; their breathing is off and their hands don’t know where to rest; they simply don’t fit.
The comfortable person, they fit so perfectly against your body because they know they belong there, at this point in time, this is where they are supposed to be. Their breathing compliments yours; their hands lay perfectly on your chest; their body warms yours; their soul rests perfectly with yours as if all the stars in the heavens have aligned just for you.
The next day you must leave. You know something is different about this girl. You spend the rest of the day together, you may even hold hands for a moment; you kiss passionately in the museum’s elevator; her friend gives you a private moment to say goodbye. This is the end…
But I am a fighter and there is one thing above all else for which I will fight, the feeling that I had the night before as I was falling asleep with this beauty.
I brave a 20 hour bus ride to meet-up with her this time. I arrive a day early and plan to be well rested for her arrival… this did not happen – after one hour of sleep the night before, I see my beauty wandering around the train station with a suitcase as big as her. My body wants to die I hurt so much from the previous night but just the sight of her, this creature of beauty and warmth, lights a fire inside of me.
After checking into the hotel I can barely remember the next 12 hours. For this 12 hour long moment I know nothing but that which is wholly and completely mine and of which I am wholly and completely hers. I can’t remember a time I have felt this way with anyone, so perfectly complete in this moment.
I have broken the rule of lovers but, in the moment (as is always the case), nothing else matters.
The best thing was that this person, this creature, was so much more than just this moment – hard working, curious almost as much as myself, cute, quirky, and everything else that you should not notice about a lover because of the fact that they are just your lover.
I made a mistake from which I can no longer return. Once our days are up in this city we must part ways. I knew this moment was coming but chose not to prepare myself. It is more difficult for me to accept because I know that I could buy a ticket to see her the very next day; but that violates the rules of lovers, rules of which I am well aware, as is she; these rules, I have wanted nothing more than to break them.