Sleeping_Door_Mouse
Bluelighter
So there they were. Both of them knew this was when it should happen. Both of them knew this was the moment.
Neither of them moved.
Thinking back on it, it really should have happened before that, but it didnt.
The party, only weeks earlier. He was drunk. She was sober. He was too drunk to hide himself from her, too drunk not to show what he wanted.
She surprised him. She wanted it too.
But even as drunk as he was, he didnt make the move. And she left. And it was over.
Then he had her to his house, just the 2 of them.
They had sat there, and joked and smiled and laughed. They were friends.
But at the same time, there were moments.
When she stole his cell phone jokingly and made him tickle her till she gave it up. He was on top of her practically, and they stopped, and looked into each others eyes. They both wanted it.
Neither moved for moments. They just looked at each other, took each other in. He leaned in...
...and pulled his phone from under her.
Then he leaned back across the couch and sat down.
Most would say he was crazy, crazy for not taking the chance. But he had his reasons.
She had a boyfriend. She loved her boyfriend. He was almost positive she would never leave her boyfriend for him.
He was just barely on the line between heroin user and addict. Just barely. Anything too negative would give him the depression he needed to take the next step. He didnt want to take the chance. He was trying to recover. He couldnt risk it.
Eventually, she left, and again, it hadnt happened.
Then there was the party. He had come early to the host's house, to set up. Then he and the host went to get the beer. They returned and people began to arrive. They ordered a pizza after a few drinks.
They were waiting for the pizza guy to come, and he and his friend looked outside when a car came.
It was her.
...and her boyfriend.
He was just dropping her off.
She had told him it was a girls night, as the host was a girl, a friend. When he saw the guy and his friend, he knew it was a lie.
She kissed him and went inside. Our guy was playing a drinking game and decided to go outside for a smoke. He was pretty hammered.
He opened the deck door and there she was. She was sharing a cigarette with a friend of his. He sat down and the friend went inside.
She was crying he realized. Something had happened with her boyfriend.
He stood up and went to her, hugged her, held her. As miserable as she was, his embrace was amazing. She wanted it last forever.
But after a moment, he let her go. He stood back, took a sip off his beer and lit a cigarette.
When he looked back at her, she was shaking. Snow was deep on the ground, and he just realized she didnt have her coat on.
He took off his coat and wrapped it around her. It was probably about 5, 6 degrees out. He didnt feel it.
She came to him again. She put her arms around him, pulled him to her. He looked into her eyes. This was the moment.
This was where it was supposed to happen.
They both looked up.
"Nice night." she said.
"Yeah. Real clear." he sent back.
It was a beautiful night. There were no clouds, and the stars could been seen without difficulty, as no lights were on outside.
They shared some small talk. It was a whisper, muffled by the snow, muffled by the silence of the night. They both knew this was it. This was when it was going to happen.
He looked at her again and felt her grip tighten.
And to both of their surprise, he let her go. He stepped back. He moved away from her, and sipped his beer again.
They stood there in the moonlight, looking at each other, neither really sure what to do or say.
When he finished his cigarette, they went back inside.
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After a few weeks, something began to happen.
They were moving apart.
They could both feel it, and it hurt them. It hurt him too much. He took that next step.
He fell face first into addiction. He was a junkie. Worse still, he kept it a secret from everyone. He bought his drugs from outside dealers. He bought his supplies in private, late at night with his brother.
It wasnt her fault. It was his. He has known she would never leave her boyfriend for him, and still he allowed himself to become attached.
It was what broke him.
She was still as beautiful to him as ever before. He still loved her. He did love her, he realized. He didnt go a day without thinking of her. What he didnt know, was that she loved him too. She always thought of him. They had the same mind on the matter.
And yet, he realized it was time for them to seperate. It was over.
She still had that boyfriend, and she did love him.
He still had his heroin, and it was killing him.
Neither could stop what they were doing.
Neither could tell the other how they felt.
Eventually, they broke apart.
After school was over, they broke apart.
It was over.
Who knows, maybe fate had given them a hand that night in December 2002. Had they taken it, they may have loved each other more than either could have realize.
But they didnt take the oppurtunity, and now its too late.
My name is Adam. I was there that cold December night. I held her in my arms. I looked into her eyes.
I walked away.
Please, dont ever make the same mistake I did. Its the kind of thing that can break a person.
It broke me.
The next time love takes you into its arms and gives you that chance, take it. Grab it with both hands and never, ever let go. You never know when its too late.
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Edit : I just wanted to add that, yes, this is a true story. It was the hardest thing ive ever been through. I just really wanted to let that go. Thanks.
[ 02 February 2003: Message edited by: Sleeping_Door_Mouse ]
Neither of them moved.
Thinking back on it, it really should have happened before that, but it didnt.
The party, only weeks earlier. He was drunk. She was sober. He was too drunk to hide himself from her, too drunk not to show what he wanted.
She surprised him. She wanted it too.
But even as drunk as he was, he didnt make the move. And she left. And it was over.
Then he had her to his house, just the 2 of them.
They had sat there, and joked and smiled and laughed. They were friends.
But at the same time, there were moments.
When she stole his cell phone jokingly and made him tickle her till she gave it up. He was on top of her practically, and they stopped, and looked into each others eyes. They both wanted it.
Neither moved for moments. They just looked at each other, took each other in. He leaned in...
...and pulled his phone from under her.
Then he leaned back across the couch and sat down.
Most would say he was crazy, crazy for not taking the chance. But he had his reasons.
She had a boyfriend. She loved her boyfriend. He was almost positive she would never leave her boyfriend for him.
He was just barely on the line between heroin user and addict. Just barely. Anything too negative would give him the depression he needed to take the next step. He didnt want to take the chance. He was trying to recover. He couldnt risk it.
Eventually, she left, and again, it hadnt happened.
Then there was the party. He had come early to the host's house, to set up. Then he and the host went to get the beer. They returned and people began to arrive. They ordered a pizza after a few drinks.
They were waiting for the pizza guy to come, and he and his friend looked outside when a car came.
It was her.
...and her boyfriend.
He was just dropping her off.
She had told him it was a girls night, as the host was a girl, a friend. When he saw the guy and his friend, he knew it was a lie.
She kissed him and went inside. Our guy was playing a drinking game and decided to go outside for a smoke. He was pretty hammered.
He opened the deck door and there she was. She was sharing a cigarette with a friend of his. He sat down and the friend went inside.
She was crying he realized. Something had happened with her boyfriend.
He stood up and went to her, hugged her, held her. As miserable as she was, his embrace was amazing. She wanted it last forever.
But after a moment, he let her go. He stood back, took a sip off his beer and lit a cigarette.
When he looked back at her, she was shaking. Snow was deep on the ground, and he just realized she didnt have her coat on.
He took off his coat and wrapped it around her. It was probably about 5, 6 degrees out. He didnt feel it.
She came to him again. She put her arms around him, pulled him to her. He looked into her eyes. This was the moment.
This was where it was supposed to happen.
They both looked up.
"Nice night." she said.
"Yeah. Real clear." he sent back.
It was a beautiful night. There were no clouds, and the stars could been seen without difficulty, as no lights were on outside.
They shared some small talk. It was a whisper, muffled by the snow, muffled by the silence of the night. They both knew this was it. This was when it was going to happen.
He looked at her again and felt her grip tighten.
And to both of their surprise, he let her go. He stepped back. He moved away from her, and sipped his beer again.
They stood there in the moonlight, looking at each other, neither really sure what to do or say.
When he finished his cigarette, they went back inside.
-----------------------------------------
After a few weeks, something began to happen.
They were moving apart.
They could both feel it, and it hurt them. It hurt him too much. He took that next step.
He fell face first into addiction. He was a junkie. Worse still, he kept it a secret from everyone. He bought his drugs from outside dealers. He bought his supplies in private, late at night with his brother.
It wasnt her fault. It was his. He has known she would never leave her boyfriend for him, and still he allowed himself to become attached.
It was what broke him.
She was still as beautiful to him as ever before. He still loved her. He did love her, he realized. He didnt go a day without thinking of her. What he didnt know, was that she loved him too. She always thought of him. They had the same mind on the matter.
And yet, he realized it was time for them to seperate. It was over.
She still had that boyfriend, and she did love him.
He still had his heroin, and it was killing him.
Neither could stop what they were doing.
Neither could tell the other how they felt.
Eventually, they broke apart.
After school was over, they broke apart.
It was over.
Who knows, maybe fate had given them a hand that night in December 2002. Had they taken it, they may have loved each other more than either could have realize.
But they didnt take the oppurtunity, and now its too late.
My name is Adam. I was there that cold December night. I held her in my arms. I looked into her eyes.
I walked away.
Please, dont ever make the same mistake I did. Its the kind of thing that can break a person.
It broke me.
The next time love takes you into its arms and gives you that chance, take it. Grab it with both hands and never, ever let go. You never know when its too late.
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Edit : I just wanted to add that, yes, this is a true story. It was the hardest thing ive ever been through. I just really wanted to let that go. Thanks.
[ 02 February 2003: Message edited by: Sleeping_Door_Mouse ]
