3 Days
The path stretched forever, or so it seemed. Our rented bicycles rolled along, him leading, then me, at ease in each another’s company.He calls me Princess or Beautiful. I like the way the words sound in his voice.
We seemed more friends than lovers. He was too young, too far away, too different. But I fell when his arms held me close enough to know his heartbeat, until breathless words affirmed a darker longing.
Time meant little until goodbye … a bittersweet kiss, the sweetest I’ve known.
We only belonged to each other for a while,
A precious instant.
posted by Theresa @ 4/15/2008 08:32:00 PM
5 Comments:
bittersweet, indeed. time is that ultimate oxymoron of being a gift and an enemy at the same time, especially in these instances.
and you're looking like a pretty hot chic in that new profile pic... :)
Insightful response.
It was never meant to be more than what it was. The fact that we had those days was remarkable. So, I like to think of it as a gift.
Thanks for the feedback about the pic. I'm having a bad self-image day so it's perfect timing.
I thought the last line was going to be...he got a flat tire; there was no pump.
That is one of the most amazing pics I've ever seen. It sounds like a perfect day.
VE - I decided to leave out the silly stuff, like the part when I fell down on the way to the liquor store and he laughed his ass off.
Corky - Thanks. It's my favorite picture from that trip. Sometimes I stare at it until I can almost imagine I'm there again.
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