Silent Deception

Salt 'n' Pepper

Still in limbo as to what had just happened,I left the office and headed to our favourite coffee bar.I perched myself at our usual table overlooking the street.The place was semi-packed with odd chatter from the surrounding tables.

Not yet ready to place my order,I fumbled through my handbag for my iPod.In moments like these, Edith Piaf's song "Non je ne regrette rien" was the only fibre that held me together when i felt that emotional slack. And only the Heavens knew how bad I needed a song to sing.

"You're late".....I looked up and there he was.Piercing silver-grey eyes slicing through me.Almost immediately a smile crept up on my face.He effortlessly could do that.I was always labelled a schizophrenic mess from as early as I could remember but I was always the same person with him.

The honeymoon phase?No....not a phase.....not for us.We lived it,breathed it and loved it.We were like yin and yang.I was more him than I was me and people said vice versa about him too.At just 16 we grew helplessly and hopelessly in love with each other. The older folk said we would grow out of it but we proved them wrong.

We were each others first and only.I knew he was the one I would allow to be eternally adorned with the garment of my sacred womanhood.A garment no other would be priviledged to have try as they may.I had "saved" myself for him so they say.In that moment when we consummated our love,our souls joined.They tied and intertwined.All that was mine and all that was his became all ours. Like two planets moving towards each other to become one with great speed and force, each thrust,each gasp,each grip the forces of nature and spirit bonded us.And in one great explosion of pain,pleasure and everything else in-between the seal of two souls tied together was made complete.All that was him became me......all that was me became him.

It was this bond that would not allow him to depart.He couldnt leave without me.When they hurt him,they hurt me because my soul had etched itself on his and his on mine.Even in physical absence I could still taste him on my lips,smell him on my skin,hear him when I spoke and see him when I looked in the mirror.Lately I was continuously being told with each day I looked more and more like him.

We would spend hours just looking into each others eyes.No words spoken but understanding the others thought pattern.We learnt how to communicate with just our energy,our vibrations.A level of intimacy that didnt require sheets to reach the ultimate high.He was me and I was him.....that was that.

"You're late"......he repeated.This time he stood over the table,cupped my cheeks and kissed me on the forehead.Something we did not just do as a sign of affection but to express to the other that our minds were now in sync.Without another word,he moved the salt shaker towards me,stood up then firmly placed it in my hand.He bent over and whispered in my ear "Go get 'em!"