Life

"John, wait! John, I wanted to tell you something!" She wheeled astride me, and then a step ahead. She turned to face me, in her glory; her wind-tossed hair, the rosy flush of her skin-- she looked like the Greek heroine, Atalanta herself. Except that she trembled. She composed herself, but her seraphic voice wavered.
"John, I still love you. Dammit, I don't want to anymore, but I do. And, John, know this now, know that I always will. I'm done fighting it; I'm done fighting you." she looked into my eyes, and I noticed that even her eyes quivered and ached with the thousand lies I had fed her, and were troubled by the tears that welled up, but never over. "I'm done with the charades, and the bullcrap." she swallowed hard. "I love you, and a little part of my soul will always be waiting for the day that you'll say the same." And this time, the tears welled over, and fell to the ground like rain, and I couldn't stop myself. I couldn't stop myself from grabbing both her hands in mine, and bringing each one to my lips to kiss. I couldn't help but show her the affection I had, for it was the only thing that could save her. I couldn't keep myself from reaching around her waist and drawing her close. I lifted her chin, and kissed her soft lips.
"That little part of you can be put to better use-- I love you, too. I've loved you as long as you've loved me. I don't have the same natural eloquence as you have--" but she had looked up, and into my eyes. I wiped the tears from her cheeks. And something about the look on her face made me know I was forgiven-- of everything. Every scar, every lie; all of it. I had told her what I had always wanted to say, and what she had always wanted to hear-- and I was glad.

Well, I can dream... ^^