“That’s not how I felt about you,” he said,
“I was fighting my own demons, so I couldn’t be there, responding, caring for any other person.”
I partly could believe his words because I understand what it means to be him, but also partly because I was love struck, in that moment.
You see, someone I hadn’t seen in over five years was finally sitting before me, apologizing for blocking, not responding to my emails and being woody and unresponsive to all my messages.
He leaned forward to kiss me. But I turned my face to the left. Setting my eyes outside the window, onto this beautiful climbing road, through a green farm that was so unending, like the anger- emotions I had locked up for half a decade now revolting against me.
He looked at me with his pretty-annoying-cute-face (he knows how to organise his face in such a manner, especially he wants to come off as needy or apologetic).
I looked at him, and still said “No!”
It was my turn to have the power, and I wasn’t gonna give in easily, he returned to his sit on the opposte side of the dinning/work table.
Then I looked him in the face and picked up a jar of factory biscuits from the table, opened it, while still fixing my eyes on him. Picked one, opened it, still deconstructing sharply at his chiseled face, and put a whole biscuit in my mouth, my gaze strongly fixated on him as he also seemed taken up by the work on his computer, until suddenly, he paused and asked.
“why are you looking at me like that? You won’t forgive me, –now do you want to beat me or something?….. am scared!”
“You know…,” I said “I hoped and prayed that the next time I see you, you would be older, ugly and chubbier, so unattractive to me. –But here you are, seated before me looking the total opposite, attractive as fuck! – that makes me a bit mad”.
He smiled, saying ” so you really think am still sexy?” Me “not really, but I thought you kind of would look a little more horrible so that it could be easier for me to ignore you, but yeah! Things are not going as planned.”
Ovcourse he was looking sexy, not as handsome as he did when I last saw him, in his early twenties. But he looked really good, —and mysterious.
“Well, do you want a cup of coffee, or tea,” he asked,
–”Yes, Coffee” I responded. He asked whether I wanted my coffee with or with out sugar.
“No sugar,” I said
—”Oh why no sugar? He asked.
“Well, I have read a lot about the body and how it does not require most of our processed sugar intakes. So the sugars go on being unhealthy for our internal organs, and the skin, eyes, and body generally .”
“Well”, he said, –”I think a little sugar is no harm to the body. I watch my diet and still take sugar moderately” as he put my cup on the table.
“Thank you” I said.
I took a sip of my tasteless coffee.
He kept on standing by my chair, so I looked up at him. Only to find his eyes set on me, mostly between my lips and eyes.
He bent down, bringing his face forward.
It took me a few second’s to realise he was leaning in for a kiss. Lightly, I touched his cheek and let him kiss me once.
I paused and looked into his deep eyes, oh how I’d missed him, I thought. But I couldn’t tell him, I was also glad to see him again, but maybe I feared I would not see him again after tonight. So I held on tight and I kissed him again for another thirty seconds or so. I can’t recall. It seems now both long and short but certainly hot.
See, I hadn’t kissed a person in over 4 years, and I didn’t slobber, or bite. So I didn’t do a terrible job.
And for the rest of the night, we talked about all things. About the poems I had written about him. About how depressed he had been for the last few years, about how anti depressants had receded his hairline. And how much he used to sweat during sex, and how I had failed to get into any relationship successfully missing him.
It was a long night.
After which I didn’t see him again.
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[Thank you for coming back. This is my first short story, please tell me your thoughts, and should I continue with it or end this story here. Short stories are not easy, they come with a lot of work for me, not like poems. If you have any tips I would also love to know. Stay safe!]