We wandered for hours it seems, I lost track of time, we spoke in hushed tones to each other, finding a cozy spot along the pedestrian bridge overlooking the Ile de la Cite, close to the Pont des Arts.
As we overlooked the tree lined goodness of nature, and the people surrounding, I placed myself behind her and leaned into her. "You know, my dick is buried in your back right?" She wheeled around and pushed me back with a playful scowl on her face. "So, I assume you have moved me to tears, now you will move me in new ways?" I laughed hysterically at this point, after the debacle earlier in the day, I felt some bad humor was in time for the moment.
"Well Rachel, we are just delaying the inevitable, let me ravish you and conquer you in the worst ways possible, I promise it only takes a few seconds, and you can tell all your friends how lousy americans are in bed." She shook her head and placed it in her hands, she looked at me smiling, and I could see the heavens in her eyes, at once I felt out of place in time, like I was staring at the Princess of the stars. "Forgive me," I said, "I feel in moments of bliss as this, that I need to make a joke, to let you know that I am not acting, that I am human....those thoughts, honestly, have not entered my mind."
"I understand you Justin," she said as she walked up to me and placed her hands on either side of my face. "I understand you more than I think I have understood anything in my life."
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Across the night, and to the moon we went
Non-FictionA story of how I met a lovely girl, while singing a song in a restaurant. Very real story, unfortunately it's not as sweet as it may seem to be. There is always a catch in life.
