canât stand it much longer â¦
Then we would spend the rest of the day basking in the sun, or playing catch on the sand. Afterward, we would return to our lockers and dress. I would drive the car to the front of the locker section and she would step in, with all her rare, particular beauty radiating. I was proud that she belonged to me. Her singular beauty always turning other menâs heads, causing stares and looks of admiration everywhere. I would feel a glow swell up inside every time I saw her coming toward me. Sheâs mine and no one else can every say that, no one, I would always say that. She was beautiful, and today she looked exceptionally wonderful in her gaily printed light blue dress, with abstract design going over the surface of it, with her dark straight hair hanging loosely to her shoulders, held in place only by a slight band of light blue chiffon which encircled her head and ran under the long tresses at the back. She wore the pair of silver earrings I gave her, through the lobes of her delicate ears. All of her features were delicate, all save her eyes. They were magnificent, were grand, they were a pool of luminescence upon which I reflected for hours. They were brown, a warm, sensual, penetrating, understanding, dark brown, which shallowly reflected the sunlight by lightening in color to a tawny shade of velvet. I would gaze at her, entranced, for hours, especially at her eyes, which seemed to enter my very being, probing its hidden inner secrets. These eyes were framed on her soft white skin by arched thin brown eyebrows. Her nose was small and upturned, which gave her the profile of a Grecian goddess. Her mouth was full and ripe, like grapes before harvest. Her chin was small and graceful. She was tall, a quality, which when combined with a liquid, rhythmic gait always seems to give a woman the appearance of magnificent grace. It was wonderful today as we drove home, simply wonderful, as it always was on Sundays ⦠but, also, never more shall I be able to enjoy the beauty or the serenity that we shared together â¦
Wait, itâs only a matter of time. It wonât last forever, ⦠I hope
We drove home, and as we usually did, we stopped in the Village for dinner. We stopped at a picturesque little Italian place with red-checkered tablecloths, Italian-looking waiters, and wonderful food. Afterwards, I drove to her house, and then it happened! Everything that had been so wonderful until then, until we got to her place. Then she told me we were never to see each other again. That was the blow I could not withstand. A blow that made me cringe with the fear of reality, cringe and run from the possibility of such a horrible thought. My mind began to grow frantic. I did not expect, nor did I ever suspect that she would find someone else. The thought of this even now makes my mouth grow dry, my stomachache, my jaws grow tense â¦
No, no, it couldnât be true ⦠But it is true, that is exactly what she told you. What we had shared for so long was now over, and the enjoyment of it could never be recaptured. She was sorry, but nonetheless, it was true. How could she do this to me, the mean, deceiving, bitch. How could she play me for a fool like that. Does she think Iâm an idiot to be made the laughing stock of the world??
I canât recall with all clarity exactly what happened after that, but I must have been so struck dumb by her words, those mean, horrible words, I donât even want to think of, that I couldnât speak. I just couldnât believe what she had told me. I didnât want to. Suddenly I found myself here, where I am now, sitting in the living room, staring at the windows, watching the day die, and the shadows of night deepen. Iâve been thinking of her, of how I love her, and of how empty life shall be without her from now on. There is no purpose in living for me anymore, for this love is something that time will not pass. I have
Then we would spend the rest of the day basking in the sun, or playing catch on the sand. Afterward, we would return to our lockers and dress. I would drive the car to the front of the locker section and she would step in, with all her rare, particular beauty radiating. I was proud that she belonged to me. Her singular beauty always turning other menâs heads, causing stares and looks of admiration everywhere. I would feel a glow swell up inside every time I saw her coming toward me. Sheâs mine and no one else can every say that, no one, I would always say that. She was beautiful, and today she looked exceptionally wonderful in her gaily printed light blue dress, with abstract design going over the surface of it, with her dark straight hair hanging loosely to her shoulders, held in place only by a slight band of light blue chiffon which encircled her head and ran under the long tresses at the back. She wore the pair of silver earrings I gave her, through the lobes of her delicate ears. All of her features were delicate, all save her eyes. They were magnificent, were grand, they were a pool of luminescence upon which I reflected for hours. They were brown, a warm, sensual, penetrating, understanding, dark brown, which shallowly reflected the sunlight by lightening in color to a tawny shade of velvet. I would gaze at her, entranced, for hours, especially at her eyes, which seemed to enter my very being, probing its hidden inner secrets. These eyes were framed on her soft white skin by arched thin brown eyebrows. Her nose was small and upturned, which gave her the profile of a Grecian goddess. Her mouth was full and ripe, like grapes before harvest. Her chin was small and graceful. She was tall, a quality, which when combined with a liquid, rhythmic gait always seems to give a woman the appearance of magnificent grace. It was wonderful today as we drove home, simply wonderful, as it always was on Sundays ⦠but, also, never more shall I be able to enjoy the beauty or the serenity that we shared together â¦
Wait, itâs only a matter of time. It wonât last forever, ⦠I hope
We drove home, and as we usually did, we stopped in the Village for dinner. We stopped at a picturesque little Italian place with red-checkered tablecloths, Italian-looking waiters, and wonderful food. Afterwards, I drove to her house, and then it happened! Everything that had been so wonderful until then, until we got to her place. Then she told me we were never to see each other again. That was the blow I could not withstand. A blow that made me cringe with the fear of reality, cringe and run from the possibility of such a horrible thought. My mind began to grow frantic. I did not expect, nor did I ever suspect that she would find someone else. The thought of this even now makes my mouth grow dry, my stomachache, my jaws grow tense â¦
No, no, it couldnât be true ⦠But it is true, that is exactly what she told you. What we had shared for so long was now over, and the enjoyment of it could never be recaptured. She was sorry, but nonetheless, it was true. How could she do this to me, the mean, deceiving, bitch. How could she play me for a fool like that. Does she think Iâm an idiot to be made the laughing stock of the world??
I canât recall with all clarity exactly what happened after that, but I must have been so struck dumb by her words, those mean, horrible words, I donât even want to think of, that I couldnât speak. I just couldnât believe what she had told me. I didnât want to. Suddenly I found myself here, where I am now, sitting in the living room, staring at the windows, watching the day die, and the shadows of night deepen. Iâve been thinking of her, of how I love her, and of how empty life shall be without her from now on. There is no purpose in living for me anymore, for this love is something that time will not pass. I have
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