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Enough


A laugh, a smile, a stolen glance. Each of these things speaks volumes between us, words we would not yet dare to speak out loud. We both hear them though, our hearts and minds seem to work in sync, like two drummers pounding out the same rhythm. We both know that we have found something special, something lasting that neither of us would willingly let go of. We walk down the winding path, the sweet spring air surrounding us like a warm, comfortable blanket. It smells like a new beginning. You smile, and we both know that it is enough.




We come to a puddle, its muddy water inky and black. You offer to carry me across on your back, tentatively breaking the physical barrier that has so far stood between us. It crashes down around us, sparks flying like the fireflies that light up the night. You carry us safely across the puddle, and then jokingly spin in a circle, gradually moving faster and faster. I scream as the night spins around me in a blur, streetlights, houses, trees, and shadows blurred together as one. At last, it all comes tumbling down around us as we fall. The sting of my scraped palms is a small price to pay for the joy that comes from lying on the street with you, laughing for hours. There is nothing but me, you, and the night sky, and we both know that it is enough.


A small, secluded park with only a rusty old bench and a few swings. In no time at all, we have reverted back to our childhoods, running, chasing, and swinging the stress and anguish of the real world away. I share thoughts and feelings with you that I have never before shared with another person. With each new thought that we share, the bond between us grows stronger. I can feel it becoming concrete and unbreakable, and know that I wouldn’t have it any other way. I can no longer feel the chill in the air, for I know that it no longer holds any importance. Our first kiss, in the tiny secluded park, and we both know that it is enough.



Sometimes tragedy strikes unexpectedly, but the loss of someone I love hits me with such a feeling of sadness that I think my heart might split in two. My entire foundation has been shaken and shifted, as if a tornado has ripped it’s way through my life. You are there for me. Even when I offer you nothing in return, no thanks, not even any hope that I might one day be myself again, still you are there for me. I have fallen into the darkest days of my life, and no one but you has even tried to pull me back out. You sit with me, neither of us speaking, and we both know that it is enough.


Things between us reach a calm, comfortable rhythm as we become totally accustomed to one another. The feeling of excitement is gone, but it has grown into something much stronger and more permanent. It gets to the point where I rarely remember life without you. You become the one constant in my life, and I love you for it. I choose to ignore the look in your eyes that tells me that something is off, wrong. A look that tells me that our hearts no longer beat together as one. As our routine becomes more and more standard and our conversations less and less meaningful, we recall the strength of the bond that we have already formed. We both know that it is enough.


A sigh, tears, an ending. I mindlessly wander down the winding path. It once meant so much to me, but now I wish for it to mean nothing. The stars glimmer and twinkle down on me mockingly. Our life together, our future spins around me in a blur, until it tumbles down at my feet. The stinging in my heart is a small price to pay for the memories I have of you. I continue to wander aimlessly down the path, thinking about the moment when I was no longer enough.




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Curly... said...
Apr. 30, 2011 at 6:12 am:
I loved it... And I wish i didn't but i can relate.. I actually cried.. Keep it up!!
 
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dreamer11 said...
Apr. 8, 2011 at 7:32 pm:
So sad... but so beautiful!
 
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