Sunday, April 7, 2013

Love Not Mine

My doorbell rang a little after 10:00 p.m. It was Wednesday night, December 23rd. Christmas-Eve-eve. Who the heck was at my door and why? I peered through the peep hole but I couldn't see anything or I couldn't make anything out. I made a mental note to speak to my landlord about this sometime in the future. 

"Who is it?" I asked through the door.

"It's me baby."

My heart skipped about a million times over and immediately my entire being smiled with happiness. I hurriedly unlocked the door and flung it open. And there he was. My love. He smiled at me, with that sheepish grin that I found so sexy, opened his arms invited me to let myself fall into them.

We stood there at my doorway embracing each other, holding each other. There was no need for words. I let him in and quickly, he spun me around, pinning me to the door, staring at me, teasing me with his mouth,until finally, he kissed me. Hungrily, anxiously and without abandon. We made our way to my bedroom. And it was there that time stopped. The only thing that mattered was that moment and nothing else. We made love over and over into the wee hours of the early morning. Finally, just before my alarm clock went off, we drifted off to sleep in each others arms. Sometime later that morning, I woke up. He was still sleeping. I stared at this man. This man I loved. And I felt so happy, yet, so very sad. He woke up at that moment and smiled at me. I kissed him.

"Good morning" he whispered.

"Good morning." I answered, smiling back at him.

"I have to go." he said as he got up and started getting dressed.

"I know." I responded. I sat up and watched him get dressed. I knew the routine. He'd get dressed, I'd walk him to the door, kiss him goodbye and as soon as he was gone, I'd burst into tears. Vowing to myself that I would not let it happen again. 

Until the next time.

If you've been reading my blog for the past few years, you'll recognize this post.  I wrote it in December 2010, for someone that was very important to me at that time of my life.  For personal reasons, I'm posting it again.  Indulge me as I revisit an "old friend". -Happy Sunday!


Alessandra said...

OK, so what happened? You gotta write part 2 now, cause I really wanna know...:)

Robin said...

I think I hear U2 crooning in the background.

David Batista said...

So sad, recalling those times in life when we were extremely happy. And knowing how fleeting those moments can be.

Beautifully written, my friend. As always. :)

Yvonne said...

Alessandra- I'm working on Part 2! lol

Robin- ha!

David- Thanks D! And yes, "fleeting" indeed! -Hope you're doing well! said...

I love your passionate pieces, Yvonne. You write these very, very well. I'm hot and bothered right now. Great job.


Yvonne said...

Robyn- Aww, thanks so much! I'm glad you enjoy them. -oh and cold showers or a good workout usually does the trick for me, for the "hot and bothered" times. ha!

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