This post is about nothing when something stands in the way
As she caressed his hair and fingers ran smoothly through his locks, she remembered a time in their lives when they were both young, simple and wiser.
“I let you find me naked at the curves, you know?” she said, while rubbing his neck with a gentle touch. ”I let you find shelter in my womb and in my arms. And were both happy as hell. Then, hell broke loose…”
He sobbed. He’d figured that by now she must’ve forgotten everything. But no, the memories that once were dry now came to rumble in their veins. He gave her the look you give someone who has spoken a truth far greater than you can accept, but will humbly take it upon their authority. And nodded.
“You know, I never imagined what an impact those days would have on our lives. This little time we spent together and this much a wave of repercussions. But I don’t regret a thing. Except for - oh well - the last few days.”
“I could tell that in your eyes. I can see rage sparkle as you pronounce the words… I don’t blame you. We were young and foolish. Trying to prove that we can mess with life and don’t get burnt. We did learn some things from this sharing-being together, so I can’t say we were completely ignorant or stupid or insane. But then… It takes quite an amount of craziness to knock on a door in the middle of the night and run into the arms of someone you had cursed only minutes before. We were brave to accept our failures but not brave enough to say Goodbye. And THAT, my friend… That is the tragic.”
As she sighed, a milestone rolled down from her chest. He took her left hand in his right, and reached her lips, running his index over.
“I don’t think we’re brave enough yet. Look at us! Here, on a hot dry summer night, after a while of not talking to each other, not writing, not calling… Like two teenagers: still in love.”
“So you like to flatter yourself?! Who says I still care about you? Who says I don’t wanna see you hurt and punished? Down on your knees, like the scum that you were when you left me?”
“Hey, hey… Take it easy!” he smiled, gazing into her deep brown eyes. “You know you can deny it as much as you want. But do notice I’m still holding your hand. Maybe not so much because I like how it bends in my fist, but because I can feel your skin. And underneath it, I can feel your blood pushing through tiny vesels. The LIFE in you is what made me fall for the first time. And the second, and the third…”
“Oh, cut it out! This romantic blabber makes me think you wanna go to bed with me. Not a chance. Not tonite,” she smiled back.
Then, with a firm gesture, she removed her hand from his and took his face into both. “I will ALWAYS be there for you, given you need me. But let’s not make a fuss over something we’re not ready to forgive. Yet.”
