Wednesday, February 13, 2013

My Valentine: Part I

** I wrote this back in college, years ago. I came across it this week while going through old notebooks. It seemed fitting for my blog this week, since its Called My Valentine: Part I. I wrote 2 of them on back to back days 10 years ago. I will post Part II tomorrow night.  They are both COMPLETELY fiction. I was single when I wrote them, it was a creative writing class. so they're written about an "idea" not a real person or situation.

Anticipation. Plagued on my mind. My world. Revolving around that look, in your eyes.

Can I see you?
I want to see you.
I need to see you.
I have to see you.

I won’t ask you anything. You don’t have to say a word. Just look in my eye. Hold on to my hand. And I’ll know, if this is the only place you want to be. I won’t ask for anything. Just sit with me. Lay with me. Watch the stars with me. Now take a deep breath. Close your eyes. And kiss me.

Kiss me smooth.
Kiss me true.
Kiss me with all of you.

Rest your head on my chest. Rest your hands in my hands. Forget about the stress of today. Just lay here with me.

Beneath the stars. On this grass. On this clear night. Before I ask you to be mine.

And I tremble before I talk. I told you I wouldn’t ask for anything. And I can’t do it.
I won’t do it. But I want you. To be with you. To hold you. To kiss you. And to keep you.

Will you be mine? I can’t ask you. I won’t ask you. Is this something you might want? You may change your mind later. But tonight, let me know you want me. As badly as I want to be with you. Let us connect hands and hearts. And let us chase this life together.

Tell you what…
Let me tell you about my week….
How my heart is consumed by you…
And how it all connects back to you….

On Monday, I sit in class. I focus on my professor. But my heart thinks of you. My heart beats for you. My heart wants so badly. To be next to you.

On Tuesday, I study in the library. Alone. On the 4th floor. So I can focus on my studies.
My mind shifts from finance. And is eventually consumed by you.

On Wednesday, we free write poetry. In my literature class for an hour. It’s the most amazing hour of my week. My notebook is surrounded. By words that describe my feelings for you. This notebook becomes more to me. For it holds feelings I long to show you.

On Thursdays, I walk in the park after class. I pass couples holding hands. And my heart races to be with you. I walk peacefully alone. And wonder how to tell you. My feelings are growing for you.

On Fridays I work late at the bar. I look at happy faces and sad faces. I see people kissing and flirting. And hoping to find someone. With the same amazing qualities. That I’ve found in you.

On Saturday, I see you out with your girls. My heart pounds, and my knees feel weak.
I feel sweat and heat come over me. I try to play it cool, but I’m in love with you. I smile.  I embrace your hug. And I watch you walk out that door.

On Sundays, my day is pretty slow. I stay home and relax and work on math. Every time my phone rings. My heart skips a beat, wondering if it’s you. And before my week is over. And the new one will soon begin. I turn out the lights to crawl into bed. And as I lay my head to my pillow. My phone sounds off with a text message. And I read it. Out loud. Over and over.

Adam, I miss you. I was just thinking about you. Well, I’m always thinking about you.
Look, I can’t hold this back any longer. I can’t stop thinking about you. The way you look at me. The way you treat me. The way you touch my hands.
The way you kiss me. I’m falling in love with you.

A tear forms in my eyes. I’ve lived everyday with integrity. So one day I could embrace.
A moment just like this.

I reply to her message:

I feel this too. I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to be with you.

And she replies to me:
Adam, I’m going to fall asleep with a smile. Can I call you in the morning? Never mind, can I come over right now? Can I see you? I want to see you. I need to see you. I have to see you.

And I reply to her:
I’ll be up when you get here. Standing beneath the streetlight. Waiting to hold your hand.
And when you get here. Don’t speak a word. Just kiss me. And hand me forever.


And so on that night began their story. Two hearts once beaten on different paths.
Collecting as one beneath the moonlight. True hearts connecting their treasure, In each other’s arms tonight and forever.


Cheers, Adam

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