ME06 Story

Barely an hour had passed. Tenderness of her departing hug survived in a hidden corner of his subconscious. Thoughts of turning around and going back haunted him after she kept resurfacing in his mind. He even considered hijacking the airport shuttle, but decided at the last minute it would be a foolish thing to do. The flavor of strawberries on his lips was gone, licked away in his search to recall her scent and her addictive taste. His strategy was simple, and it appeared to be working – to wear her scent for the rest of the day. He needed only to lick his moustache, and they were together again. All he had to do was sit quietly, and he could feel her moving against his lips. Paradise revisited.

The clock on his pager shifted back into slow motion. Minutes ticked by like hours. It was such a contradiction. When they were together, minutes became seconds; the evening was but a flash in the continuum of time. Bravely they fought sleep in an attempt to hoard precious increments of time together, protecting the abbreviated life span of their artificial and far too temporary reality.

She confessed to being selfish, confessing that the pleasures he gave her were taken without hesitation, with nothing held back, consumed by her unquenched lust. His wish had finally been granted. Her guiltless acceptance of his gift of passion fulfilled his desires. In reality, there was no need to confess, for there were no indiscretions. Deep within his private reverie, he found his own reason to be selfish nestled within quivering warmth of her thighs. What he gave, she took. And that’s how it was to be with them.

What was shared that single night could never be told as a story. No good-byes were ever spoken, thus eliminating any hint of an ending. But their time was storybook quality; the kind of night neither expected to happen in their lifetime. Private laughter from silly things shared and secret thoughts normally left unspoken sustained them through the night. From too much wine to rude waiters endured. Both faces ached from sporting a constant Cheshire grin. It had to be a story; too perfect for living outside covers of the perfect tale.

He slumped back in to the seat of the shuttle and pondered where they were to go from there? The answer was simple. They had go on with their lives, each going onward with a little bit less of their heart; missing parts safely tucked away in that place where each of them kept special secrets. She became a part of him, just as his presence left an indelible mark on her soul. Memories they held close were to be their comfort when they wanted to return to each other...and are confronted rudely with knowledge they cannot. They had become a new chapter in each other’s life. Pages added unexpectedly and tucked away in memories held sacred and part of each other forever – perfect tale indeed.