gearhead73
Hi-tech Redneck
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"...sensible." she said between ragged breaths.
Why do I have to fall for the ones that are so maddeningly practical? No matter what I said or did, nothing seemed to make a difference. I had been kind, sensitive, and asshole, but nothing seemed to help us move closer together. I decided that is was time to fish or cut bait, shit or get off the pot, and all of the other idioms that screamed just do it. It was time to be myself, which in retrospect bore a close resemblance to the asshole.
I leaned closer to her, feeling her engorged nubs pressing into my chest. I placed my hands, palm out, on the wall beside her head bringing my face to within millimeters of hers.
"Pandora...I'm not asking you to marry me. I'm not even asking you to have sex with me....You know it's hard to think about being sensible at a time when so little still makes sense."
I kept my voice low, just above a whisper.
"I have forgotten what's it's like to be near someone, to feel needed, and wanted. I can't remember the last time I could sleep, and not wake to nightmares from this life and reach out to someone finding no one."
One hand slid down the wall and rested atop hers intertwining our fingers.
"All I am asking, is if you will help me remember."
Why do I have to fall for the ones that are so maddeningly practical? No matter what I said or did, nothing seemed to make a difference. I had been kind, sensitive, and asshole, but nothing seemed to help us move closer together. I decided that is was time to fish or cut bait, shit or get off the pot, and all of the other idioms that screamed just do it. It was time to be myself, which in retrospect bore a close resemblance to the asshole.
I leaned closer to her, feeling her engorged nubs pressing into my chest. I placed my hands, palm out, on the wall beside her head bringing my face to within millimeters of hers.
"Pandora...I'm not asking you to marry me. I'm not even asking you to have sex with me....You know it's hard to think about being sensible at a time when so little still makes sense."
I kept my voice low, just above a whisper.
"I have forgotten what's it's like to be near someone, to feel needed, and wanted. I can't remember the last time I could sleep, and not wake to nightmares from this life and reach out to someone finding no one."
One hand slid down the wall and rested atop hers intertwining our fingers.
"All I am asking, is if you will help me remember."