| Jul192007 | Jacket |
I am updating and re-posting old blog entires with new titles.
This was originally posted on 18 March 2004 and was titled Sweet Talk.
“You know you saved me that night. I was ready to do something I would have regretted.” She looks comfortable and confident now as she rolls another pair of underwear into a fat cigar and stuffs it into a shoe.
You notice she’s only taking one suitcase. “I didn’t come to save anyone. I just came back to get my jacket.”
“I know.”
“I left my jacket behind on purpose. I was hoping we could have fucked.” That last word pops out of your mouth and lingers in the air.
“I know. Thanks for not… and thanks for being there.” She looks up and smiles weakly.
“I can’t be there for you if you’re moving a million miles away.” You clear your throat after you make your sheepish attempt at asking her to stay. Suddenly it’s obvious you shouldn’t have put the jacket on, it’s hot in this room.
“That’s ok. I can’t always count on you to leave your jacket behind every time I have a nervous breakdown.”
“And I can’t always count on my jacket to help me get laid.” You joke but your voice is already miles away.
She smiles again and walks over to kiss you. Her lips stay pressed against yours and she lingers there. Maybe she doesn’t want to say goodbye or maybe she just thinks you’re too nice for your own good. You disengage and she walks back to pick up her suitcase. When you leave her apartment, you realise that you may not have loved her but she’ll be only woman you ever treated right.
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