A Bittersweet Encounter

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I don’t know what this is. I don't even know if it's written correctly or not. I don’t know if I should call it a speech, a poem or what, all I know, is that is the work of my own imagination.

"A Bittersweet Encounter" by: Miriana Rosa

"Well, hello. Wow. How are you? It’s been almost 10 years, and look at you! Look at me! Look at us, and how much we’ve grown. We’re taller, we’re smarter, we’re prettier, we’ve changed. Who would have known. 

Looks like the years have been good to you. I don’t know if I could say the same for me. You look amazing. Your eyes look bigger, they look brighter. I can still look deep into them. I still know what I see in them. Your hair looks straighter. It has gone longer. Your cheeks, they smell the same. Oh, that smell that I’ve missed. I haven’t forgotten.

Your nose, it’s still big, but those lips, those lips that I couldn’t touch. Those lips I didn’t get to kiss. I’m so close to them now, I cannot resist. They, they feel just like I imagined. These big lips, have lost their brightness. Their purity has disapeared. Oh, Were have your purity gone? Is it everything that you’ve desired?

How’s your heart? Is it the same way I left it? Is it still tender, empty, and pure? Or has it gone hard as a rock? From what I’ve heard, it has been through alot.

Your breathing has grown harder. Am I too close? Or have you realized that I know. Yes, I know. I already know.

Do you like who you are today? Do you like who you were yesterday? Do you like who you’ll be tomorrow? Yes, I know it hurts. To not know who you are, trust me, it truly hurts. But, you do have plans! I know. They’ve gone great, or so I’ve heard. You get what you expect from them. You always do, get what you want. Unfortunately, you’ve realized, what you want is not what you really need. But you enjoy pleasure like there’s no tomorrow. Let it breathe.

How’s your men? You’re still in the game with them? I bet you are. How many players are there now? 2? 3? 7? I can’t belive I stopped playing. Either way, I lost anyway. I like how you jump back and forth with each and every one of them. You kiss one, while you listen to the other whisper in your ear. One says: "I love you", while the other kisses your neck. He slowly goes down, to where you want to meet. He goes first, you go next. And the other one, still loves you to death.

Oh, I can only imagine how you moan. You moan one way with one, another way with the other. One makes you feel loved, the other one makes you feel higher.

Remember your first player? That’s right. What a stupid question. It’s standing in front of you. Did you learn anything from me? Yes. I bet you did. You learned how to play the game. You gained experience, by crushing my soul. Feel my heart. Do you feel it? I can’t either. I’ts already gone.

Those nights I couldn’t sleep. My mind was set on you. Your mind was set on it. You told me you loved me. I told you as well. The closer we got, the harder we fell.

I still remember that day, where everything came to an end. My life has been ran by that day, since the day you left. I knew there were sleepless nights ahead of me. The day we parted, I couldn’t breathe. I’m still waiting for you. Will you believe? 

It will be 10 years next year, and I still remember every thing. But you never left. You’ve always been here. Good luck with everything. My 100th goodbye, it’s soon coming to an end. I wish you happiness, regardless of the pain.

Can you hear my words? I can’t hear you say. You haven’t answered to anything I’ve said. You must have a reason, I think I know what it is. It’s been runing for a race. But please leave now, before the tears run down my face."



Submitted: March 23, 2008

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