Post by ak on Jan 26, 2008 2:14:02 GMT -5
the past ones are on other forum. let the partially finished third story be the first one to be posted here.
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Do you still remember? How we first met?
You were this elegant young lady, quietly sitting at the back of the room, by yourself. And I, was still just a kid (a rather old kid) that knew no boundaries. Yet I paid no attention to a devilish angel who was just a couple of tables away from me. Well, not until much later.
Much later, until it hit winter. That was when we had our first real contact. I was shy, but I managed to draw up enough guts to walk you home. At least that was our original plan. It ended with both of us riding the subway train for hour after hour, hit one end and back, and back over again. We talked, laughed, mimed (me, of course), drew (that was you), and did hangman. It took you a LONG time to get that message!! (¡°I might like you¡±) but eventually you got it (after the hangman died three times). But you said, it was too early and I should have really waited. Well, I was a hot blooded lad that had zero patience (at least one of us had it). You asked me if you could keep the papers we doodled and wrote on, and I said ok (do you still have the papers?).
Before both of us headed home (3 hours or so after schedule), I received my first hug from you. An embrace slightly different from the other ones I had from other people. Gentle, but passionate. You held me by my waist and I around your shoulders. You shook yourself around faintly. It felt like a dream. A real dream, that may be coming true.
The train taking you home had left. Left me all alone again. But now I know that I¡¯m no longer alone. I had you now, someone I can be with, I can sense it, even though you and I weren¡¯t really¡together yet.
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Do you still remember? How we first met?
You were this elegant young lady, quietly sitting at the back of the room, by yourself. And I, was still just a kid (a rather old kid) that knew no boundaries. Yet I paid no attention to a devilish angel who was just a couple of tables away from me. Well, not until much later.
Much later, until it hit winter. That was when we had our first real contact. I was shy, but I managed to draw up enough guts to walk you home. At least that was our original plan. It ended with both of us riding the subway train for hour after hour, hit one end and back, and back over again. We talked, laughed, mimed (me, of course), drew (that was you), and did hangman. It took you a LONG time to get that message!! (¡°I might like you¡±) but eventually you got it (after the hangman died three times). But you said, it was too early and I should have really waited. Well, I was a hot blooded lad that had zero patience (at least one of us had it). You asked me if you could keep the papers we doodled and wrote on, and I said ok (do you still have the papers?).
Before both of us headed home (3 hours or so after schedule), I received my first hug from you. An embrace slightly different from the other ones I had from other people. Gentle, but passionate. You held me by my waist and I around your shoulders. You shook yourself around faintly. It felt like a dream. A real dream, that may be coming true.
The train taking you home had left. Left me all alone again. But now I know that I¡¯m no longer alone. I had you now, someone I can be with, I can sense it, even though you and I weren¡¯t really¡together yet.
I was dancing in a sleepy dream, when I fell in love with one midnight fling...