Erranticism

 
             

   
 
 

Friday, December 03, 2004

 
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He was there.
"This is a dream. I never imagined this would actually happen."
He was there.
"I know. It's been so long... it's almost awkward."
He wanted to kiss her. She'd told him a million times how much she wanted him to kiss her, but he was actually there this time. He looked her in the eye.
"I'm hungry. I've been starving for long enough."
He kissed her. Her instinct was to hold his head in her hands, and it was beautiful. It was enough to make her choke.
"I think I'm going to cry. I love you so much."
He pushed the hair back from her eyes. A single tear slid off the tip of her nose. He laughed.
"I love you too, kitten. You're adorable when you cry."
He took her in his arms, and studied her face. He loved her enough to take her away to Paris. She would love to learn French... such a romantic language.
"Let's stay in love forever."
The stars in her eyes shone brighter than anything he'd ever seen in the sky, and he got lost. He was inside her veins, pulsing red. Her heart looked even more beautiful from the inside.

Suddenly, he realized she was still in his arms.

"Oh kitty-cat. I'll love you until the stars in the sky don't twinkle anymore."
He was staring at her; it was making her dizzy. The room spun around until it was all white pure. When it was done, they lay down next to each other and to let their heads clear. Her soft purring lulled them both to sleep.

Later, she woke up alone.
"This still feels like a dream."
This time, no one answered. She went back to sleep.

the erranticist - 12/03/2004 08:24:00 PM

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er·rant'·i·cism: n. 1) the act of ranting on no fixed or regular topic. 2) Ranting that lacks consistency, regularity, or uniformity. 3) Ranting that is eccentric or deviates from the customary course in conduct or opinion.