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Things got more hard to deny when her and I began to live together, it was the making of our second album together and we were living together in a condo, we didn't have much furniture at first but more was supposed to get delivered, I remembered looking at the small table and two chairs, and a beanbag.
I had moved out from living with my past boyfriend Lindsey, that was another whole story but no matter what had happened, Christine had insisted on being by my side no matter what and was the first one to throw her arms around me when I took my first step into our place, our own place.
More of our things got delivered and my parents left first, they had helped out with the move too, I had stayed a while with them after the first lengthy tour and scared them with how withdrawn and exhausted I had become, but they had been happy to know I was going to be living with Christine as they liked her and they seemed to know her and I had a connection, maybe they knew she would look after me and I would look after her, they left though and now it was just Christine and I and before long, we'd given up on unpacking boxes, she took my hand.
"I'm so proud of you, Stevie!"
I flushed. "It's not like I had much of a choice and so I should get away from Lindsey like you said and I can't stay with my parents forever. Lots of people have moved out by now, look at you, you came from England all the way to here and you didn't really have anywhere else to go since you and John finished!" I said, not really bothered by my whole ending situation with Lindsey, I hadn't loved him for a long time, especially since I met Christine, but I worried with me bringing up the ending of her marriage, I had probably hurt her feelings.
"Sorry."
"It's okay." She opened her arms, and I stepped into them, relaxing into the embrace I'd come to know so well and crave so often.
Lacking a sofa still, I sat down in one of my dining chairs, we were both exhausted, we seemed to have no energy unless we were flying high, there was no in-between and we hadn't want to be high while my parents had been there so now we were just relaxing together, to drained to even bother with trying to stay on some type of high, sometimes it was nice just feeling naturally and I loved feeling Christine settling into the beanbag at my feet. Her head rested on my knee, and I brought my hand down to rest on her hair "That's nice, this is nice, just us!" She said.
"It is!" I agreed, and we just sat there, like we were both indulging the quiet moment, we didn't speak. Just sat. And the feeling of her gentle breath, her smooth hair under my hand, her warmth and her presence, became a part of my spirit, like her and I were one.
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Lovers Forever
Storie d'amoreStevie recollects over her love affair with her best friend Christine over the years that leads up to a special night