A Quick Love Story Because I Have Grown Sentimental

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Submitted: January 25, 2014

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~~ I was buying cigarettes and she was behind the counter crying. I asked her what was wrong and she said “Nothing.” I don’t know how I got her to, but she came out with me that night to dinner. I found out why she had been crying. Her boyfriend of 4 years hadn’t proposed to her and she had left him because of it. She said she needed “A long term commitment” or it wasn’t worth it. She said she was in “Relationship limbo.” I told her about the girl that broke my heart. She was charming, talkative and she chose her words carefully. She wasn’t a bubbly girl, she was a woman and I was enthralled. She had slanting brown eyes and a single freckle on her cheek. When I talked to her I had to squeeze my palm to keep my composure. She was a small Asian girl and I always had a thing for Asians. I don’t know, it was the way she talked. She slurred every once in a while. She wasn’t drunk, she was just nervous. She told me the girl made a mistake and I made her laugh and we had a drink or two and I took her home and kissed her on the cheek outside of the hotel room she was staying at and she told me to call her.
~~It was all very innocent at first and I think that’s what I liked about it. We didn’t fuck, we had dinner. She didn’t give me head, we talked about our dreams. We would kiss and I would drop her off. She eventually got an apartment. We would sit on the couch together watching movies, eating popcorn and drinking beer and when it finally happened it was a dream. She was wild in bed and she would move and gyrate with an intensity that I never knew and yet there were moments of tenderness where she would pull my hair and moan quietly.
~~She was passionate about business. When I was rubbing her body and kissing her shoulder in bed and feeling a tingle in my spine she told me she wanted to open her own bakery and I told her she could do it. I put on clothes and smoked a cigarette on the balcony and looked out over the white city, blanketed in snow and the snowflakes falling softly. She came outside in a sweater and hugged me from behind. And it was a dream, it might as well have been.
~~I guess the tragedy of it all, if you could call it a tragedy, is that I will think about her for a long time and she will forget me by the time she takes her vows. I’m sure it was a ploy, if you asked her she would deny it, but I was just a tool to get her boyfriend to take the plunge. It’s strange how you can put so much weight in someone; how you can dream something so big and grand and then in the morning wake up and she is standing at your door, with a sort of sad look, and she says something you don’t quite hear and then she’s gone.


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