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April 28, 2011
Coming up for air
"I allowed you to make love to me, I did not make love to you" she muttered looking straight out. I pushed the break, made a hasty turn to the right " that does it, you are delusional, you are getting the hell out" I screamed. By then I was right in front of her place. I pushed the break and told her to take her stuff and get the hell out.
She turned to my side with her face red, and her back against the car door. "I did not mean it that way" she said almost begging. "Leave please" I said again. "I don't wanna leave, I need you, I will do whatever you say" then she extended herself toward me put her long arms around me "I am sorry baby" she said as she kissed me.
We were not in Kansas anymore and from that moment everything changed........ I had found a bargain , and the tall girl with long arms and long fingers seemed so little.
"Ours is generational differences", she would say....... I do not think so , ours was differences of characters, for I was compromising mine and for her it was the lack of it................
Posted by Idinraha at April 28, 2011 01:47 PM