Love Stories (Well, Almost)

Now that I’m years away from the scenes, I think it is time I write about them. My love stories. Well, almost. Why not? It is now that I could see them in clearer angles which I miss look when I was still in the picture clueless. While I was still on that journey, I did not really appreciate the trails I was leaving behind until I reached a higher ground and watch every step I took that lead me to understanding my quest of finding that pair that would make my perfect match.

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Part I

You came looking for a place to stay. I was looking for somebody to share the rent. It was a magical impulse that I took you in my place and in my life. We were both young just starting our careers, learning to budget our salaries from our first jobs. We were a perfect match for that reason. Destiny put us together, as if things just fell in the right places and through our friendship we created our hearth away from home. Yes it was just pure friendship, other than that we were together for practical reasons. But looking back now, I think we were just too afraid to step beyond the line we draw. We were very young then.

That was the first time somebody treated me so tenderly. I could never forget waking up many mornings finding you watching me in my sleep. I understand how tender it is doing that to a person you cared about when I did the same thing to you. But we never talked about it. A smile was enough to seal what we feel finding ourselves in such an awkward situations in many mornings we shared.

Images Of You

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In my dream

I watch you in your sleep.

My soul feels glad,

My heart leaps.

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Images of you haunt me

From the time I wake,

‘Till my sleep.

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Was I so afraid that I have to run from you? I was. I took my dreams as my reason to leave the home we unconciously built together as friends. You were finding way to make me stay, but I was head strong to chase my dreams that summon me in another place, but it was just an excuse to fly away from the feelings I was starting to feel when I’m near you. We can’t be together in one place anymore, lest we want to break that fragile strand that connects us and step beyond that line we draw. You cried when I left. I cried many years later realizing my lost, my first love, my love story. Well, almost.

 

We were miles away from each other. . .

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Part II

Months later, I was breath close to the person who made me forget you. . .

I was broken when you came, lonely as lonely I could be. I was nursing a broken heart not realizing I was when you came to really entertain me - you introduced me to night life - from sundown to sunrise, friday nights to monday mornings. We were together like that for many months. I was trying to forget something. You made me. You made me feel how it is to be taken cared of and respected. You made me forget I was hurting, but in the end you hurt me, too.

I never thought you were falling, love was the least thing in my thought on those times. You became impatient because I’m not really that sweet - I treated you like it was just pure friendship. I’m sorry. I must be very insensitive to you. You were easily snatched from me for that reason and it hurts me finding that it was my friend who took you away. That was my first taste of betrayal. My friend was making stories behind my back, in my absence to polute your mind. You were asking me questions I was clueless not knowing where they came. It was late when I discovered that a friend has planted seeds of hate in your heart and they have grown to lush forest in your thoughts. You already partially believed all his lies. I find no more reason to explain my side. You cried when I told you to stay away from me and go with him - I still remember the scene: outside the hotel we were in a parking lot over-seeing the sea at 10:00 PM, inside my car. You wanted me to ask you to stay - it was a childish impulse when I drive you away to him waiting in another car. You cried because you didn’t expect me to do that, you just don’t know I was driving you away even if I was hurting. I must have fallen, but I was denying it to the last minute. You left crying in the rain, I was left chin up inside my car watching the seawaves breaking in the rocks. My heart was hard as the rocks, I broke your heart when it hit me. I saw him ruin your life after that - I feel guilty, I feel responsible for your falling to that pitfall. I was not able to save you, I was not able to save our love story. Well, almost.

Memoir Of Our Love’s Twilight(Sonnet) 

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I watch the gray twilight through my window

‘Tis dark, and I can’t see the setting sun. 

The dusk is darkened by the cloud’s shadow;

The birds that criss-cross the skies are now gone.

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My eyes trace the silhouette of a tree;

‘Tis there, but like you, I no longer see.

You’re into places since I set you free;

Oft I wonder if you still think of me.
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Tonight, as I rove to the land of dreams,

I hold your thoughts close, afraid to drop you

And lose you in to oblivion’s dark streams.

Oft I doubt if you keep me that way, too.

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Tomorrow, when the sun would rise again,

I pray there’ll be no clouds, and will not rain.

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There would be more “almost” love stories to come in the next parts. Until then.

Here’s a link to the sequel:

http://jeques.wordpress.com/2008/05/22/love-stories-well-almost-2/

For Writer’s Island prompt: Impulse and Betrayal.

http://writersisland.wordpress.com

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~ by jeques on AMu10u2631 10, 2007.