Only You

True Love.... (90's)

I wanted to tell him, to tell him everything! But by then it was too late. 

His head angled towards mine... he smiled at me, I smiled back. "You like this movie?" he asked. I nodded, moving my head into the comfortable crook of his shoulder.

"I could get used to this.”, He laughed as he stretched out his arm and patted my head.

I slapped him playfully and giggled, "Don't let your ego get too big boy.", I said with an air of maturity and confidence I did not really feel.

He reached over and gently swept his finger across my lips, "You had a crumb there.", his warm brown eyes locked with mine, then moved down to my lips. He leaned down and left a hairsbreadth between our lips...

"What the hell are you doing?", I whispered breathlessly, my lips lightly brushing his.

"I'm kissing you.", he said. I moved my gaze from his lips up, until I was staring into his eyes with a stunned expression on my face.

"Whaaa-, I started to say.

"Shut-up and kiss me." He said in a hoarser tone, then he left me no choice, he closed the gap and pressed his lips to mine. The world seemed to stop, and then we both couldn't get enough...

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Too Bad... (Present 2007)

Too bad that feeling wouldn't last, I thought as my mind wandered down memory lane. It had been a simple crush, a high-school crush on a 16 year old boy which had ended up breaking both our hearts.

I really don't think I want you to know who I am or what I stand for; my life, my achievements, lovers lost and gained. They say you never really forget your first: love, time, job, etc. but I would give anything to forget him.

For the sake of my sad tale I think I'll give him the name Nathaniel, and myself I'll call Bliss. No last names, no truth only the pain that has lasted through my life... and from what I've heard... into his as well.

Nathaniel and Bliss, myself lived together in a small town in North Carolina, a town called Weston. It was named after a man who fought and died in the Revolutionary War, General P. R. Weston back in the year 1782 or '83.

I came from a family of roughnecks, people bent on getting things done their own way and not changing with the world. Weston had been my families, families', home for a long time; almost back to 1782 when the war was still on.

The year I met him was 1982, his family had moved in from some far off place in Canada. We were 5 years old. I saw him with his dirty blonde hair and chocolate coloured eyes and walked up to him. I asked him a very important question that had been on my mind since they moved in, "You’re a boy right? My poppa says little boys like you shouldn't be so pretty, says you looks like a girl."

And with all the seriousness a 5 year old can muster, Nathaniel looked at me and said, "Well, I hope I'm a boy, all my parts are as right as could be." he looked at me pleadingly, "You think you 'n me could be... ahhh, friends?"

I asked him which house he lived in and he pointed to the one next door lacking some paint and polish. I threw my Barbie doll at him and ran into my house leaving him staring at me as I screamed at my mother, "There's a bunch of people livin in the ghost house." I pointed at the Victorian era home where Nathaniel sat on the step cry'n looking alone.

Being a sensitive person even at that age, the thought crossed my mind to comfort Nathaniel. But nothing was putting me in range of that house.

Now my momma, Verrona Perkins was a god fearing woman and took one look at me, then at the neighbour’s son. She grabbed a wooden spoon from the counter-top and gave me a good slapp'n and telling me 'bout how any good little girl wouldn't make another good little boy cry.

I walked over out of my house my bottom still smarting from a slapping. Tears running down my face as I sniffled and attempted to look cavalier and upbeat.  I'd just have to make the best of my situation...

I was goona talk to Nathaniel.

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