Post by Viempar on Jan 15, 2008 22:22:54 GMT 1
Watery Memories
Vanilla, that beautiful smell that brought back memories, flooding like water when the floodgates are opened. Beautiful, shimmering memories, so hard to hold unless contained in all one place, but still some will escape. Never will one memory be like the next, and never will the one memory stay perfectly the same all the time. They shift and move, merge and evolve, building up until eventually, you have a story.
Guy’s had begun, one year ago.
It all started with the end of the beginning. The beautiful love between Guy and his sweetheart, Delilah, smart and beautiful, forever to be taunted for her glasses and brown boring hair, hanging lank around her shoulders, their love was young, fresh and exciting. It had only lasted a few days before it was cruelly snatched away from them by the curious acts of fate, and fathers. Delilah’s dad had got a new job, at the last minute in New York. Delilah was dragged along roughly by her family, a fumbled goodbye ending the relationship between Guy and her.
‘“Guy. I know that you are something special, something amazing. The words you can pour out of your heart are beautiful, and that’s how I see your soul. In a way, I guess I love you…” She caressed his face and his heart broke in two.
“Please...” He said but she placed a finger on his lips.
“I am only a chapter in your story… maybe one of the first. You’re going to go on, you’re going to be amazing, you’re going to be unbelievable and most of all, you’ll enjoy every minute of it. I’m leaving, you have no choice in this matter, and frankly neither do I. I’m going, and that’s only the beginning.” She felt a tear roll over her cheek, leaving a trail on salty water all the way down her face. It was like a river of sorrow, carved in the flesh of inexperience.’
Only when the passion had died for her that he could ever speak to her, and they were a clumsy toppling of words, struggling to escape, trying to form logical sentences. The contact between them eventually died out, until finally they had lost contact completely, leading different lives away from each other, never to cross paths again, or at least they suspected.
Vanilla, that beautiful smell that brought back memories, flooding like water when the floodgates are opened. Beautiful, shimmering memories, so hard to hold unless contained in all one place, but still some will escape. Never will one memory be like the next, and never will the one memory stay perfectly the same all the time. They shift and move, merge and evolve, building up until eventually, you have a story.
Guy’s had begun, one year ago.
It all started with the end of the beginning. The beautiful love between Guy and his sweetheart, Delilah, smart and beautiful, forever to be taunted for her glasses and brown boring hair, hanging lank around her shoulders, their love was young, fresh and exciting. It had only lasted a few days before it was cruelly snatched away from them by the curious acts of fate, and fathers. Delilah’s dad had got a new job, at the last minute in New York. Delilah was dragged along roughly by her family, a fumbled goodbye ending the relationship between Guy and her.
‘“Guy. I know that you are something special, something amazing. The words you can pour out of your heart are beautiful, and that’s how I see your soul. In a way, I guess I love you…” She caressed his face and his heart broke in two.
“Please...” He said but she placed a finger on his lips.
“I am only a chapter in your story… maybe one of the first. You’re going to go on, you’re going to be amazing, you’re going to be unbelievable and most of all, you’ll enjoy every minute of it. I’m leaving, you have no choice in this matter, and frankly neither do I. I’m going, and that’s only the beginning.” She felt a tear roll over her cheek, leaving a trail on salty water all the way down her face. It was like a river of sorrow, carved in the flesh of inexperience.’
Only when the passion had died for her that he could ever speak to her, and they were a clumsy toppling of words, struggling to escape, trying to form logical sentences. The contact between them eventually died out, until finally they had lost contact completely, leading different lives away from each other, never to cross paths again, or at least they suspected.