Write to Me About Love

Her mind swirled with the words she wanted to say to him but she knew now was not the time.
A sigh slipped out between her lips as she turned to look out the window at the busy street before her.
She decided lunch down the street from the office was in order since she felt so cooped up.
Then there was the fact that he never wanted to go with her anymore. It seemed as there was a chasm separating them these days and it was filled with so many unanswered questions.
She knew she could just ask him point bank but what would that do their friendship?
A worried frown creased her brow as she looked down at her notebook on the table.
She had not written in a long time. All her words had dried up. She learned some harsh lessons and it taught her not to talk nor think too much. No one truly cared. No one wanted to hear her troubles when she had her own.
She was learning now though. Whatever things people did had nothing to do with her because their actions came from their own reality. She had to stop being so sensitive and worrying about what she could not control

Her mind tended to go to the dark places. She had to stop as she caused her own suffering.
So she remained silent.
Hell he wouldn't tell her anyway. He would just clam up and ignore the question like he had been doing lately with the simplest things.

A spear of fear lanced through her heart as she wondered if he was pulling away slowly. Getting her to throw her hands up in frustration so he could just disappear form her life.
She took a deep breath to slow her rapidly beating heart . There it was, those bad thoughts.
Shaking her head she looked back to her notebook.
Her heart ached for this man but in such a different way than it had ever ached before.
He was so familiar to her. She felt safe with him. Protected. All she wanted to do was take care of him and be there for him. Give him all of her.
And great Goddess, those gorgeous eyes of his that melted her every time he looked at her. Oh save her soul when those blues sparked with mischief and his cute smile appeared.
She was lost. Completely, irrevocably lost to him and he did not even know.

The beating of her heart changed its rythymn to one of desire when she imagined his lips pressed to hers. The feel of his body against hers and his strong arms pulling her tight. The feeling of being claimed as his.
She wanted to explore every inch of his body. An adventure of discovery of finding out what part of him were ticklish or those parts that sent his body into spasms of need.
To hear his soft moans of pleasure. To know she was beautiful to him. To know she was special in his heart.
A shiver of need washed over her and she took a deep breath.
Words came to her and she set the pen to the page and began to write.

Use me like pen uses ink to write something

Beautiful. Original. Interminable.
Write until your heart is spilled completely on the page for me to examine.
Until there is no ink left to write with...

Write to me about love and tragedy and painfully gorgeous moments.

Hand in hand.
Flesh on flesh.
Mouth on mouth.
Love and Sin.

She laid her pen down and looked up to the window.
Her green eyes met blues.
Startled she looked at him with wide eyes.
He stood there eyes bright and a tentative smile on his face.
He nodded to the empty booth seat across from her with a questioning nod and she nodded back.
There went her heart, speeding up to a gallop. Goddess, how did he know she was here and why was he here.

He sat across from her and said softly, "I am not interrupting?" 

"No, Not at all." she stammered feeling a blush touch her cheeks as she slowly closed the book.
He placed his hand on it before she could close it.

"May I?" he asked pulling the book towards him.

"Sure...yeah..." Feeling breathless she watched him read the small passage she wrote.

He looked at her and nodded, "That is amazing.Like you are amazing. You make me want to write stories of castles and my slaying dragons. I want to pick up a sword and protect you and then in the next instant write poetry about how green your eyes are."

"I am amazing and.....wow....just...wow..." she blurted, startled. Was he actually complimenting her? Telling her what was on his mind? What was next? Her mind whirled. 

"I want to talk to you about something that has been on my mind. I know I have not been a good friend and I am ready to talk to you about why." he watched her carefully.

She nodded in response not wanting to break the spell of what was happening here.

"Ok then.." he cleared his throat and looked out the window.
"I have been fighting what I feel for you. Its not right. What all of this is isn't. It goes against what I have always believed. But I can't live with out you and I know if I keep this up I will lose you."
His gaze turned to meet hers and still she remained silent, just listening but her heart was doing back flips in her chest.
"I love you. I don't know how to make this work, or what to do now but I do love you."

The world within her soul opened and she felt the entirety of what she felt for this sweet man pour into her body all at once. Tears pricked her eyes and she reached across the table to take his hands in hers. Lifting one she pressed her lips to the palm of his right hand enjoying the feel of the callouses on his hands. One tear slipped down her cheek and she noted that he looked seconds away from panicking. 

"I love you too you stubborn thing. I have for sometime." she squeezes his hand in hers and then the air was sucked from her body when he presented her with the most beautiful smile she had ever seen.

"Thank God." he squeezed her hands in return and let out a sigh.

"Guess we need to talk more eh?" she laughed softly as he wiped away her tears of happiness with the fingertips of his free hand.

"We sure do." She laughed and shook her head marveling at how things can change in an instant.
How darkness gives way to the light. She was grateful for this man in her life. So grateful..