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Some things happen so they can be shared.This is one of those things. I was young, probably naïve, although it really wasn't something I was about to admit. One is able to type much differently than she talks. And one can move her body in a way that is also different, yet discreet, unless you look very closely. I didn't yet know this. But I would learn. He called every morning. And every morning I smiled at his voice. The phone was cold; it sat by the open window throughout the night. His voice warmed it. For months we talked only over the phone. He was a dream come true. My body yearned for him although he was thousands of miles away. He promised me, "I will come." I loved him. I had fallen head over heels, hard. My head hurt. But I waited. And he did come. As the plane swooped down, its wheels scraping against the pavement, I was not there. I was inside with the unclaimed luggage that spun around and around because it would never be taken. No one wanted it. I was not like that luggage. I was wanted. He said so. And I believed. I was not necessarily wrong to believe. Maybe I just hoped too hard. But he did come. We sat in the backseat of my father's Dodge Caravan, holding hands but both nervous as hell. He was here. The night was dark, and there were still six hours left before I could show him the place I called home. We did start talking. It took some time and a little interference from Dad, who started the conversation. Soon we were off on our own. We talked about what we would do. He said he would stay. My heart leapt. That night, after timidly exploring each other's bodies, we lay together in the soft light of the lava lamp. Arms and legs intertwined until we both thought it was best that he go sleep upstairs on the couch, like he was told. It's not that he wasn't what I expected. In a way he was, but there are two sides to every story. Time passed. Love grew and fell. We began to fight about nothing. We became a couple. I'm no longer known for who I am. I am Eva&Greg. Greg&Eva. We go everywhere together. We work together. We sleep together. It has been over a year. He is still here. Now the anger is new but the fight is getting old. And we are going in circles. Things are getting more repetitive. Days and weeks pass and I feel sometimes as if I am sleepwalking. Love is great, while it lasts. But it doesn't always last. Some things happen so they can be told. This is one of those things. |
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