Hand in Hand
Posted in The PastPosted in The PastJune 15, 2004No comments
It’s a perfect day. Sun is bright, the grass is soft and here we are, just laying underneath a big leafy tree. The birds are chirping as my stomach is churnin. Not from being hungry but from being stuffed due largley in part a nice big meal, perhaps one purchased from Denny’s or my favorite IHOP. Chills pass up and down my arms as I begin to think about the Blizzard I just ate at Dairy Queen. Things couldn’t be going more perfectly.
I then turn over and realise Misses Perfect is sitting laying next to me. 5’8 with blonde hair blue eyes a dreamy smile whom enjoys video games, sports, reading and has a perfect sense of humor about her. A true godsend. A hit and miss relationship, you call me or I call you only when we are lonley. No need to call every night, say I miss you, or the need to cuddle every second of the day. She realises that I’m a busy person and although it may not seem like it, she is my first priority. I keep busy with school work and other hobbies and at times it seems as I’ve pushed her aside. She thinks often if I really do care for her however she quickly dismisses these ideas. She knows I wouldn’t be there if I didn’t care.
It’s been perfect. No commitments, just being together ocassionally. Here and there. No needs to be jealous, we are not together, nor any need to feel paranoid of rejection, again, were not a couple. Just two people who care deeply for each other.
So Perfect.
As I’m laying there, enjoying the fresh air and the sun on my face I feel an ever so soft touch on my hand. I cowar away but it follows. Almost as if it’s hunting me down. I give in. I realise now it’s her hand in mine. I realise now this is the first move made by Miss Perfect towards me. I realise it’s the "NEXT STEP".
All of a sudden my perfect world vanishes. My hands get sweaty making it very unattractive. I panic. I’m going in to shock. The negativity is now overwhelming me! What does this mean? What do I do? I try to regain my composure but it’s futile. I’m thinking, thinking about every such detail that first comes to mind.
And then turn to her and I speak.
This can’t be happening. It’s not suppose to be to be this way I said. I let go of her hand and still, unable to be quiet I keep talking, saying every word that I’m thinking.
"Your going to show you care for me. I’m going to become infactuated with you. Not in love, or even like, just infactuated. We’ll be together for quite some time and it will be great but there will be a day that comes when you feel I don’t care for you. That I value other things more. My job, my school … myself, my future. You’ll soon realise I’m selfish and concided(sp?)". I pull out my digital camera and start clicking away taking photos. She asks me what I am doing and I simply reply "Taking photos, taking many pictures. In 7 months time when you realise all of this, the real person I am you’ll leave me as quickly as you can and these photos, these pictures of us is all I will have left." I scare her off … Taking photos as she leaves, crying never to be seen again nor ever heard from again.
What have I done? It was a simple hand in hand encounter. What have I done? What have I done.
All of a sudden things start to spin, I feel as if I’m in the twilight zone. What’s happening to me? Things were so perfect and now they are spiraling out of control. What have I done?
It stops. Everything is perfectly still. I’m a little groggy but ok. I look down and I’m only wearing a pair of boxers. What is going on here I ask myself. My fists clinched along with my toes, I’m gripping as hard as I can. Squeezing an unknown, something incredibly soft. I turn left, I turn right, only to feel something incredibly soft and a little damp. My fists unclench and I put my hand over my heart as it’s beating wildly. I’m completly soaked in what seems to be sweat. I look up. I look around … my eyes are cloudy and I can make out a human figure. It’s so bright. I feel almost blind now. The chirping has morphed into a low annoying beeping. "It’s ok kc, it’s ok … it’s time to wake up bud" is all I can hear.
I quickly gain my composure and realise that I’m in bed. My sheets are completly soaked with sweat. My knuckles are white from squeezing so hard. My face is hot becuase my blinds were open. The buzzing was my alarm clock and it’s time to start my day.
This actually happened to me and I thought it would be something I would share.
I don’t dream a whole lot. I have nothing left to dream for …
kc

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