Feb 10, 2006 23:00
Portrait of a man, he's 18, he's at a party. He walks in, sees the "girl of his dreams" to his left, he makes no move a man walks by him, and asks her to dance. He regrets, but not long. Because three years later, he finds her again, dates her...but for some reason, doesn't feel that way he did..or thought he would. He begins talking to this other girl, they become good friends, he falls in love, she leaves, she comes back. He professes love, she pulls a photograph, its of him or rather his right side at a party some years back. He remembers now, his picture being taken. He knows now that it was fate that brought him to the party, that it was fate that made him miss the chance with that girl, his words "I should've turned right." She says she wants to see the world, and experience life. He says he'll wait for her, she says she doesn't know if she'll come back. He watches her leave. He was a workaholic his whole life, always put things before his girlfriends. Now, he leaves early on Fridays, and always out by 5 o clock every other day, cancels dates with "clients" because 5 O Clock is when her plane comes in. He goes to the airport everyday, and waits, watches the people unload, with flowers in hand, he watches lovers reunite, families embrace, and old friends smile and laugh, yet he waits as the plane empties with a smile on his face. The stewardess begins closing the doors, he turns away, yet again, and walks away. Just then she comes through the doors, not knowing he would be there, but looking for him anyways, in a hopeful frantic, she looks to her right, and sees the back of his head down the terminal, she chases him down, and hops upon his back. The smile on his face beams, as they kiss the last lips they will ever kiss, and say I love you to the last person they ever will. My heart skips watching this, my throat runs dry. What if you were to find such a love? What would you let stand between you. Love is not blinding or binding or striking or frightening. I can only express so much in words, I open my heart and let my fingers move, those who don't believe in love...well, they should've looked right.
and if you're wondering, yes I wrote that.