High upon a mountain, on a cold rainy night, we sit in our car overlooking the city below. The beauty of the night was shown by the lights of the city reflecting on the lake that surrounds it. I began telling him how much I’m going to miss this place and in a very sweet voice, he tells me I don’t have to go. I can stay and enjoy more nights like this in the city where I’ve called home over the last few years. He then leans over and gives me a gentle passionate kiss. During the time he’s kissing me, my mind wonders back to the time we met. It was during a time when he was just as passionate as this. Where had he been all these years? This was the man I once knew. The one I had missed for so long. The one I had wanted to show me love like this over the last several months.
As the passion heats up, one thing leads to another and we lose control. We are the same, yet different together. It was as though we had just met, with the chemistry and attraction so thick we couldn’t brush it away from our eyes.
The closeness was comforting and the fact that he could show me love was something that I had been missing for a very long time. Something I’ve craved, wanted and begged for and I finally got it. The question is, how long will it last before things go down hill? A person cannot do a 180 from one day to the next, especially after treating the one they love with such cruelty over a long period of time.
The truth of the matter, is that we relieved stress. Stress that had built up for quite some time. He might think that everything is okay. But he basically did the same thing with someone else, so I cannot take it to heart. He might think that things have changed, but after tonight I’m sure he knows they have not.