I was once again in the presence of my favorite blonde woman; she looked at me and asked,
"So, why are we here?"
"I'm not sure...I think we have a purpose but I don't know what it is."
"Not what I meant."
"Oh, yeah, you probably meant, 'why are we in this exact place right now?'"
"Bingo."
I looked around at the sight that had become common to me and tried to take it in for the first time. It's hard to appreciate something you've already appreciated so much. You squeezed and squeezed the stress ball, and over time it wore out; you gave it so much stress that stress is all it can give you. Good feelings are like this, too; in my case, I spent so much time looking at a beauty and it just gives me time now. I looked at Angela and asked, "What do you see?"
She had turned to me, but then she turned back, and kept staring for a while. "The clouds are...dramatic."
I stopped looking at her and joined her in looking forward. "What else?"
She took a deep breath and said, "Um, the river and the trees, they-" She looked down and laughed. "Sorry, I'm not very good at this stuff."
"What stuff?"
"You know, speaking from the heart or whatever you do."
"Words come from the brain."
"I know, but..."
"What I'm saying is just say what you think; it doesn't have to be a poem."
"Okay, well, it's dope." She laughed harder. "Are you sure I'm doing this right?"
"You're perfect."
She blushed and quickly turned back to the view. "Um, well, it's..." Her head very slowly began to turn towards mine. It was like a magnet pulling her towards me and even though she resisted, she kept going to face me, and then I saw her eyes. When I saw her eyes, I knew there was no magnet, but that force compelling her was love. She looked at me like no one had before, like the sun and moon were in my eyes, and I was the only thing in the world. She put her hand on my shoulder and looked breathless the entire time. "I love you."
"I love-" She quickly reached for my other shoulder and pushed me over with both hands. "Ow," I grunted as I brushed the gravel out of my hair.
"Sorry!" She giggled and a persistent smile came upon her face. She leaned over me and dragged her finger down my cheek gently. "How about I make it up to you?" she whispered into my ear.
"Oh, please."
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The Narrative of an Ape
RomanceA story about a young woman going through college and falling in love with another woman who's lived a troubled life. As their lives become entangled, holes start to be poked in both of their stories.
