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We play Backgammon in a cosy café. The light is dimmed and there are candle lights lit on every table. There are five or six other guests, but we're sitting in a comfortable couch in a corner by ourselves, just the way we like it. I'm seemingly winning the game, before he captures two of my pieces and I'm stuck because all of his pieces are in my way - the Blitz. He smiles and his upper lip slightly curls and his eyes light up the room and as much as I don't want to think about it, I know I need to kiss him.
He wins the game and brags about it with a silly voice and there are butterflies in my stomach and I feel like doing a Tom Cruise right there in the couch, but instead I smile and laugh and ask for a rematch.
As much as I'm trying to focus on the game, there's no way to ignore the fact that I can't help but watch him as she throws his dice, and with a finger on the board counts the triangles to see what his possibilities are for a next move, his mouth mumbling something I can't make out, but he's cute and life is sweet. He makes his move, but I fail to see what it is, and I screw up and once more I'm stuck and yet again he wins the game, and I don't care because I haven't lost, I have won and my prize is to see his upper lip curl and all I want is to drown in his world.
Einstein once said: When a man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a minute. But let him sit on a hot stove for a minute and its longer than any hour.
He wasn't wrong. A minute or two has passed and we're standing outside of the café, in the rain, on our way to the car. He tells me I'm kind and that he loves me and I thank him, and I know I want to tell him he's beautiful, but is it because I know I can't? I tell him I love his company. He smiles at me. I think for a while and smile back.
Girl and boy walking in the rain.
Moments later I'm all alone. I'm so totally alone. In my mind I'm taking a backup of the last couple of hours because I never want to lose it. One day it will be gone. One day we'll all be gone. These are thoughts for the lonesome one.
I love you
You just don't know it yet
He wins the game and brags about it with a silly voice and there are butterflies in my stomach and I feel like doing a Tom Cruise right there in the couch, but instead I smile and laugh and ask for a rematch.
As much as I'm trying to focus on the game, there's no way to ignore the fact that I can't help but watch him as she throws his dice, and with a finger on the board counts the triangles to see what his possibilities are for a next move, his mouth mumbling something I can't make out, but he's cute and life is sweet. He makes his move, but I fail to see what it is, and I screw up and once more I'm stuck and yet again he wins the game, and I don't care because I haven't lost, I have won and my prize is to see his upper lip curl and all I want is to drown in his world.
Einstein once said: When a man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a minute. But let him sit on a hot stove for a minute and its longer than any hour.
He wasn't wrong. A minute or two has passed and we're standing outside of the café, in the rain, on our way to the car. He tells me I'm kind and that he loves me and I thank him, and I know I want to tell him he's beautiful, but is it because I know I can't? I tell him I love his company. He smiles at me. I think for a while and smile back.
Girl and boy walking in the rain.
Moments later I'm all alone. I'm so totally alone. In my mind I'm taking a backup of the last couple of hours because I never want to lose it. One day it will be gone. One day we'll all be gone. These are thoughts for the lonesome one.
I love you
You just don't know it yet
FEB 06, 2006 04:10 PM
FEB 09, 2006 05:02 AM
beautiful.
FEB 09, 2006 05:03 AM
beautiful.
