We Meet Once More

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A sad romantic about two ex-lovers meeting again.

They fight, they make-up.

They change, and they live their lives

Submitted: November 15, 2010

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Submitted: November 15, 2010



A long walk on the streets of New York, and everything changes. A red coat, a gorgeous 20 year old man, and everything changes.

I was visiting my parents; the weather had drastically changed from the beautiful campus of Cambridge University, to a snow white winter in New York. I was wearing my favourite red coat, my cheeks red from the cold. I was staring in front of me, and as I stared into that man's electric cool blue eyes, gazed at his pale blonde hair, and pale skin, with red cheeks; my insides melted, leaving me warm instead of cold.

I knew him, and I caught my breath, willing myself not to cry, not to show weakness or hurt. I gave him a small smile as he stands before me, a chuckle escaping his mouth.

"And you said we'd never meet again," He said, eyes twinkling with obvious amusement, "I guess I was right for once." I looked down, blushing, though he couldn't tell, because of the cold. I nodded weakly.

"How are you?" I managed to find my small voice.

"I'm alright, school and all you know? You have a British accent now." I found myself nodding.

By now I had realised we looked like fools, in the blistering cold, just looking at each other. I wasn't bothered, but I blushed redder as I remembered the first time we'd done that.

"How are you, then? I hear you go to Cambridge? Not from you though... No, we haven't spoken in 4 years." I heard frustration in his voice, hurt. "Let's sit for a coffee." His voice changed from hurt, to indifferent non-chalance.

We walked for a while before we found a small café to sit at. "Sit down, I'll order." He smiled, now knowing I remembered every little aspect, like how he took his coffee. I blushed as I took my coat, and mittens off.

I ordered for both and sat down. "I'm good by the way, Cambridge is beautiful, and I love it." I ignored the remark about us not talking. He'd been looking out the window; the snowflakes in his pale blonde hair had finally melted. "You changed." He whispered, still not looking at me. I cleared my throat, because since I had recognized him, I felt surprised, and hurt again. I frowned deeply at his accusation and retaliated.

"No I haven't, you just never knew me that well." I looked into his eyes as I said that, and he took a sharp breath.

"You always liked to smile, because happiness was everything for you. You liked your guy friends because you belonged with them, because you were so alike. You built a wall around you, and every time anyone tried to break it, you became an animal. You knew how to love, and you had a different glint in your eyes each time you looked at anyone. The only thing that's still the same is you pushing me away. Need I go on babe?"

I felt utterly surprised at his honest outbreak and felt tears trying to escape but I held them back as I didn't want to mess up my mascara. Although that wasn't the real reason, it was better than admitting I didn't want him to see me cry. I smiled at the 'babe' as he called me that all those years ago, and surprisingly, he remembered. We sat there in the café for hours just talking and laughing, until the owner kicked us out as it was closing time.

"Stay with me tonight, I missed you so much." He asked me, with pleading eyes. I found myself nodding, though my action confused me. I knew that we weren't going to get any sleep that night

He walked me to his apartment, our shoes leaving marks in the snow, though quickly being covered by falling snow. We did not have to walk that far. We walked into his large loft and he took my red coat to put away. He held my gaze for a long time, until he was right in front of me, less than two centimeters separating us. He smelt like his regular cologne and I smiled, blushing. We stood there staring at each other, when one tear slipped. That one tear slipped. He kissed me, more pure than ever.

"Still with that Playboy cologne, I see?" I asked teasingly, smirking. I was trying to regain my sight as I became dizzy from his kiss. He gave a half-smile and nodded.

"It was your favourite, after all." He muttered almost too quiet for me.

"It still is my favourite, it drove me insane when someone besides you used it, although I still liked it," I grinned cheekily.

"I can't believe I actually let you go. I really do love you babe." He kissed me again, even softer. Another tear had rolled down.

"Why did you let me go though?" I asked holding onto him tightly, burying my face into his chest.

"You were leaving, and I had to make sure that it could hurt less. I couldn't take it," he said slowly, "I never wanted to hurt you, but you were with your no-long-distance-relationship rule, and I didn't want to force you with anything." I smiled and gave him a chaste kiss, as he pulled me to the bedroom, giving me a shirt to stay in.

Hours later I hadn't fallen asleep, yet he was softly breathing behind me, contently sleeping.

I rolled out from under his arms and sat in the corner of his living room, wondering why I forgave him for hurting all those years ago. He said he loved me, and I believed him. I wondered why every fling I had had ended because of my never ending feelings for him. He must have heard me, because he sat next to me, not doing anything but watching with eyes full of understanding.

"I always loved you babe, that could never change between us," he said as his mounted me onto his lap and left me in peace to think.

"You hurt me so bad," I managed to admit, "so, so bad. And I'm such a fool for being here, such, such a fool." I was shaking my head, disappointed in myself.

"I want to make it up to you, I really do, but I don't know how. What can I do? I could have you marry me. I could give you a White Wedding. Just tell me what you'd like." Although those things sounded good to me, I grabbed him to his bed, and lied down on his chest, and as I played with the contours of his abs, and asked him for a favour.

"Tell me about you."

He gave a hearty laugh, which made my stomach erupt in butterflies and started, "The year you left, oh god, everything was so out of the ordinary. I remember that one time..."

All night, he and I spent telling stories, and remembering good times. We laughed, we cried, we loved, we hated. We were jealous and proud, at the same time. We learned everything about each other.

The next morning, I woke up alone but smelt the chocolate chip pancakes he made. I walked up behind him with a hug and pressed a kiss on the back of his neck. The white shirt he lent me last night rested right below my bum, and I planted my feet on the ground to keep it low.

He turned around and grinned before he kissed me quick.

The days went by fast, with his family and mine. I wished I could stay with him forever, but I was starting a new life up in England, although New York would forever be home. We talked about staying together, and although we were high school sweethearts, we had to move on and find others, although Lord knows I didn't truly want to.

"I love you," I told him, and it was the truth. "I'll always love you."

"Me too, babe. I'm waiting for the day you'll marry me," he winked at me but I had a feeling he was being serious.

On my last day in New York, I decided to tease him a bit, with a hint of seriousness and I asked him,

"Do you think we'll meet once more?"

"It's all up to you, babe." He kissed me again, making my world spin as he was always able to. I looked back into his electrifying eyes and grinned as he looked at me, me with my favourite red coat, and my cheeks rosy from the frost.

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