Bane's blog: "please don't steal "

The smell of toasted sugar filled the dimly lit living room. The soft pat and swish of small feet tracked her progress across the abused oak floor. Delicate, perfectly manicured fingers reached out to stroke the side of my neck. I tilted my head to the side slightly to give those fingers free reign over my exposed flesh. Her hands were as soft as satin, still warm from the extremely hot spray of the shower, that she had just finished taking. Her long auburn hair wrapped tightly in the oversized forest green towel. The startling white of her favorite summer dress seems to brighten the room. Her beautiful angelic voice bid the release of the well-loved paperback clutched between my own neglected fingers. The sigh had barely escaped my lips before the book was on the bed beside me, her fingers running through my shoulder length hair. Her emerald eyes staring deep into my soul. My heart thundering in my chest as her arms wrapped around me and pulled me in close to her, her lips brushing against my hair. Her voice once again beckoned movement out of my tired and sore limbs. As I got to my feet and trudged into the bathroom her voice floated after me reminding me that I had better hurry or we were going to be late. I slipped into the already full bathtub and gasped at the feeling of the heat on my tired muscles.

The sound of the ancient stereo system coming to life blasting her favorite station through worn speakers made me smile. Her voice carried into the bathroom as she sang along, to a song I had heard, but never liked. The bass rattled the countertops as she pushed the stereo to compete with the girls downstairs, and their awful taste in pre-teen pop music. Song after song played and the time ticked away…. Time I never thought about. I hurried to dry off and pull on my slacks and button my blouse. We never made it to the show that night.

As time has passed I have finally started to realize that the love I shared with her were some of the happiest and yet the most depressing days of my life. I was happy to be with her and depressed to know that it would not last. She was my everything; she was the sun on cloudy days, the stars that lit up the night sky all for me. She was my pillar of strength when I had none and she was my best friend.