about you, every memory and every dream. I want to make them come true if you will just let me. I want to breathe you, and drink you. I want you to come to me and never go away. Stay in my arms and lay your head on my shoulder forever.
This is the first line of the first chapter of our story. Want to write some more????
R xx
#
Monday morning saw an early start and a day crammed with meetings lay ahead. He knew work would be busy, but as each day passed that he knew her, he felt good about life for the first time in a long while. When his phone rang and he saw her name on the screen, he smiled as he answered.
“Hi, it’s me, I need to see you” she said. Page’s smile faded, he knew from her voice that something was happening and that something wasn’t good.
“Tell me what’s wrong” he said and he closed his eyes preparing for the worst.
“I read your letter. For safekeeping I put it in my bag and thought I would bring it to work where I could read it again in peace. When I opened the envelope it was filled with blank sheets of paper… He’s found your letter, he must’ve taken it.”
“Fucking hell! And he said nothing?”
“Nothing! He must have read your words… I can’t believe he could be silent, especially with what you wrote about us in bed…”
“Well, your husband knowing what has gone on between us kind of forces things one way or another I suppose”
“That he knows is terrible and the holiday is supposed to be this week. God knows what’s going to happen!”
“What do you want to happen Lucinda?”
“I don’t know, I still want you, I just don’t know. I’ll call you tonight when I get home and see what he has to say. Don’t text me, he reads my texts and I don’t want to make things worse than they are.”
She hung up and his day of meetings and visits now seemed like a life sentence which he would endure until that night and whatever that might bring.
By midnight he was pacing the room and had drunk at least two bottles of red wine. He contemplated driving to her house but the prospect of losing her and his licence in the same night was too much to risk. Eventually he fell asleep fully clothed on the floor of his apartment.
He woke and his head thumped as though a marching band had taken up residence there.
He glanced at his watch and saw the time was 6.30 am. He checked his phone. No messages, no missed calls. He wouldn’t be able to ring her for at least three hours when she would be in work.
#
Page dialled the number at 9.30 and the phone rang for what seemed liked minutes. He hit redial, and again it rang out. He repeated this every minute for the next few hours and nothing happened. He feared the worst. Had something terrible happened? Good God! Had he hurt her?
Page spent most of the day sitting in a small corner of his apartment, more often than not his eyes full of tears.
#
That evening, he checked his Blackberry for what seemed like the millionth time and as he held the phone in his hand, the Blackberry beeped. The incoming message was from her, but unlike those other times when he smiled at seeing her name, this time he was numb.
He read the text and found himself fighting through tears, struggling to take in her words. “Hi R, I am sorry to tell you like this, but I can’t see you anymore. Last night was terrible, he was so hurt he just sat and cried all night. I felt so sorry for him. He has asked me to go on holiday as planned and to talk about the future. I can’t do that with you in the background so, I say goodbye. Just know I always spoke the truth and I meant every word from my heart and the moments I spent with you I will always treasure. Your shoulder will always be my most favourite place in the world and I just ask that you don’t hate me. Please no more calls or texts. Remember when we lay in front of the fire and the movie Love Actually was on the television and the guy had to finally give up on Keira Knightley? What was it he
This is the first line of the first chapter of our story. Want to write some more????
R xx
#
Monday morning saw an early start and a day crammed with meetings lay ahead. He knew work would be busy, but as each day passed that he knew her, he felt good about life for the first time in a long while. When his phone rang and he saw her name on the screen, he smiled as he answered.
“Hi, it’s me, I need to see you” she said. Page’s smile faded, he knew from her voice that something was happening and that something wasn’t good.
“Tell me what’s wrong” he said and he closed his eyes preparing for the worst.
“I read your letter. For safekeeping I put it in my bag and thought I would bring it to work where I could read it again in peace. When I opened the envelope it was filled with blank sheets of paper… He’s found your letter, he must’ve taken it.”
“Fucking hell! And he said nothing?”
“Nothing! He must have read your words… I can’t believe he could be silent, especially with what you wrote about us in bed…”
“Well, your husband knowing what has gone on between us kind of forces things one way or another I suppose”
“That he knows is terrible and the holiday is supposed to be this week. God knows what’s going to happen!”
“What do you want to happen Lucinda?”
“I don’t know, I still want you, I just don’t know. I’ll call you tonight when I get home and see what he has to say. Don’t text me, he reads my texts and I don’t want to make things worse than they are.”
She hung up and his day of meetings and visits now seemed like a life sentence which he would endure until that night and whatever that might bring.
By midnight he was pacing the room and had drunk at least two bottles of red wine. He contemplated driving to her house but the prospect of losing her and his licence in the same night was too much to risk. Eventually he fell asleep fully clothed on the floor of his apartment.
He woke and his head thumped as though a marching band had taken up residence there.
He glanced at his watch and saw the time was 6.30 am. He checked his phone. No messages, no missed calls. He wouldn’t be able to ring her for at least three hours when she would be in work.
#
Page dialled the number at 9.30 and the phone rang for what seemed liked minutes. He hit redial, and again it rang out. He repeated this every minute for the next few hours and nothing happened. He feared the worst. Had something terrible happened? Good God! Had he hurt her?
Page spent most of the day sitting in a small corner of his apartment, more often than not his eyes full of tears.
#
That evening, he checked his Blackberry for what seemed like the millionth time and as he held the phone in his hand, the Blackberry beeped. The incoming message was from her, but unlike those other times when he smiled at seeing her name, this time he was numb.
He read the text and found himself fighting through tears, struggling to take in her words. “Hi R, I am sorry to tell you like this, but I can’t see you anymore. Last night was terrible, he was so hurt he just sat and cried all night. I felt so sorry for him. He has asked me to go on holiday as planned and to talk about the future. I can’t do that with you in the background so, I say goodbye. Just know I always spoke the truth and I meant every word from my heart and the moments I spent with you I will always treasure. Your shoulder will always be my most favourite place in the world and I just ask that you don’t hate me. Please no more calls or texts. Remember when we lay in front of the fire and the movie Love Actually was on the television and the guy had to finally give up on Keira Knightley? What was it he
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