What Once Was

About the Short Story

Thank you for visiting. This story was written as a means to overcome a difficult part of my life. The therapy it provided me was invaluable. The story is not finished, but it is quite appropriate while the relationship it describes is over, it did not end (which explains this as a process of finding closure).

III

I was invited to her house for dinner. I asked “Isn’t it still early to meet the parents?” The next evening I took over a DVD and had some Yorkies.


We spent a lot of time doing nothing and I would greet the waking swallows as I arrived home.


We started dating right before first quarter break. I was there when her family packed for the coast. Her brother was disappointed that I didn’t go with. I was too.


I didn’t call her for that week. Telephones are the condom to my personality’s jizz.


She got back with a large packet of Chappies. Before kissing me and after every cigarette she would chew one. The packet didn’t last that long.


It was the friend’s birthday. She went out with her friends while we celebrated. I received an SMS later that evening. She wanted to know what I was doing, I said “Coming to see you.” She chose me over her friends.


We went to a lounge club. One of the doormen paid our entrance. She called it “randomly bizarre” and I was lost in her.

© 2005 by Debaser |

2 Comments:

Blogger Lavinia said...

I love the way you express yourself. Honest without being brazen, clear without being too obvious.

She's lucky and so are you by the sounds of it.

Blogger Debaser said...

Thanks.

Unfortunately we're no longer together. This is me trying to make a permanent account of our relationship. Y'know, to remember the good times before all of the bad.

I was lucky though...