Psycho69
04-24-2005, 09:25 AM
~ His Heart, Forever Hers ~
By: Michael L. Scott
It’s been nearly 2 years since he’s seen her. He could still recall her scent, the feeling as her hair ran through his fingers like the sands of an hour glass, a moment lost in time, that he has kept reliving. She’d not seem him since 2 summers ago, as it’s winter time now, nearing Christmas. The weather is horrible, almost unbearable already, with a storm still awaiting it’s attack on the area. He’s sitting now, on a bus, halfway to his destination, his destiny. He’s been hoping on this moment ever since the day she’d left. It’s not as if they had a choice. Both were young, with parents unwilling to allow such a relationship to take place, and neither lived nearby. But, today, he had grown sick of the wait.
There’s only so much time you can go without giving into desire. To have someone so far, yet feel so close. She was what gave meaning to life, she had your heart, better yet, she was your heart. You’d have to see it once in awhile, just to be reminded, you’re still alive. What point is there for a heart to beat, unless it has motive, a purpose, a reason to work to keep you alive and going?
He sat there with a smile on his face, as he recalled each memory they had shared together, from their first kiss, to the first time they had exchanged a declaration of their love for one another. To the last phone call they had, the night before, like everyone they have before they declare their love all over again and drift of to sleep where they reunite in their dreams. But, last night, he couldn’t deal with just a voice, he couldn’t deal with knowing she’s out there and loving him, unless he could hold her, feel her, to bathe in the warmth she gave off as he held her close to him. He’d made his mind up, regardless of what his parents would say in the end.
The bus made a quick stop by the highway, as everyone stepped out, a radio in the parking lot, alerted the towns people of a storm nearing by, the worse they’ve seen in years. He thought, at a time like this, not even the coldest wings blowing against him with the strength of a Greek god could hold him back from reaching his true love, or defeat the warmth of her he feels more with each mile he nears her.
He headed into a small shop, giving friendly Hello’s to the elderly couple passing him by, picking up a single red rose. It was one of those crummy looking ones. You know, the type that droops down, looking slightly near death. But, it was better then nothing as he smiled and paid the cashier and headed back on to the bus.
The man sitting next to him, kept interrupting him as he’d stare out the window, in anticipation, feeling like a kid, with the desire to yell out “Are we there yet?” over and over again to the driver.
“I’m going to see my daughter” he said, smiling, “I haven’t seen her in months, since the messy divorce. I got her a porcelain doll for Christmas. Her mother will be mad. But, you know, when your kid wants something, how can you say no. Am I right?”
He gave him a friendly smile and nodded as the man continued on about the reasoning why his wife didn’t want her getting such an expensive and fragile gift. It was because the wife thought, the little girl lacked in keeping an interest in things and was clumsy with most of her things.
“I’m happy for you.” he said as the man smiled back, paused and gave him a look.
“So, were are you headed to?” the man asked.
He felt like pouring his heart out, and just bragging of what was about to take place, but he didn’t. He was bottling it all up, and waiting to meet the one he was seeing, before doing so. He was saving it all for her.
“Oh, just a girl-- I haven’t seen her in awhile, so it’s going to be great.” he said.
The man glanced down at the rose in his hand, looked back up and gave a friendly smile.
“Wonderful. By the way, my name’s Richard.” as he reached out to shake his hand.
“I’m Michael, nice to meet you.” he said back.
He turned his head back to the window of the bus again, as they both grew quiet. They’d just gotten onto the highway, while also heading right into the storm that was picking up. He was too caught up in his thoughts to really worry. He didn't feel anything could go wrong at this point. Suddenly, the bus began to swerve slightly to the right, and to the left, zig-zagging along the high way, as car horns beeped loudly from all sides, from front to back. He glanced around as everyone gripped on to something, or to the people sitting next to them, with an expression of worry and fear. All he’d gripped was the rose as he looked out the window and saw a truck swerving and heading straight for the bus, through the thick layers of snow falling.
By: Michael L. Scott
It’s been nearly 2 years since he’s seen her. He could still recall her scent, the feeling as her hair ran through his fingers like the sands of an hour glass, a moment lost in time, that he has kept reliving. She’d not seem him since 2 summers ago, as it’s winter time now, nearing Christmas. The weather is horrible, almost unbearable already, with a storm still awaiting it’s attack on the area. He’s sitting now, on a bus, halfway to his destination, his destiny. He’s been hoping on this moment ever since the day she’d left. It’s not as if they had a choice. Both were young, with parents unwilling to allow such a relationship to take place, and neither lived nearby. But, today, he had grown sick of the wait.
There’s only so much time you can go without giving into desire. To have someone so far, yet feel so close. She was what gave meaning to life, she had your heart, better yet, she was your heart. You’d have to see it once in awhile, just to be reminded, you’re still alive. What point is there for a heart to beat, unless it has motive, a purpose, a reason to work to keep you alive and going?
He sat there with a smile on his face, as he recalled each memory they had shared together, from their first kiss, to the first time they had exchanged a declaration of their love for one another. To the last phone call they had, the night before, like everyone they have before they declare their love all over again and drift of to sleep where they reunite in their dreams. But, last night, he couldn’t deal with just a voice, he couldn’t deal with knowing she’s out there and loving him, unless he could hold her, feel her, to bathe in the warmth she gave off as he held her close to him. He’d made his mind up, regardless of what his parents would say in the end.
The bus made a quick stop by the highway, as everyone stepped out, a radio in the parking lot, alerted the towns people of a storm nearing by, the worse they’ve seen in years. He thought, at a time like this, not even the coldest wings blowing against him with the strength of a Greek god could hold him back from reaching his true love, or defeat the warmth of her he feels more with each mile he nears her.
He headed into a small shop, giving friendly Hello’s to the elderly couple passing him by, picking up a single red rose. It was one of those crummy looking ones. You know, the type that droops down, looking slightly near death. But, it was better then nothing as he smiled and paid the cashier and headed back on to the bus.
The man sitting next to him, kept interrupting him as he’d stare out the window, in anticipation, feeling like a kid, with the desire to yell out “Are we there yet?” over and over again to the driver.
“I’m going to see my daughter” he said, smiling, “I haven’t seen her in months, since the messy divorce. I got her a porcelain doll for Christmas. Her mother will be mad. But, you know, when your kid wants something, how can you say no. Am I right?”
He gave him a friendly smile and nodded as the man continued on about the reasoning why his wife didn’t want her getting such an expensive and fragile gift. It was because the wife thought, the little girl lacked in keeping an interest in things and was clumsy with most of her things.
“I’m happy for you.” he said as the man smiled back, paused and gave him a look.
“So, were are you headed to?” the man asked.
He felt like pouring his heart out, and just bragging of what was about to take place, but he didn’t. He was bottling it all up, and waiting to meet the one he was seeing, before doing so. He was saving it all for her.
“Oh, just a girl-- I haven’t seen her in awhile, so it’s going to be great.” he said.
The man glanced down at the rose in his hand, looked back up and gave a friendly smile.
“Wonderful. By the way, my name’s Richard.” as he reached out to shake his hand.
“I’m Michael, nice to meet you.” he said back.
He turned his head back to the window of the bus again, as they both grew quiet. They’d just gotten onto the highway, while also heading right into the storm that was picking up. He was too caught up in his thoughts to really worry. He didn't feel anything could go wrong at this point. Suddenly, the bus began to swerve slightly to the right, and to the left, zig-zagging along the high way, as car horns beeped loudly from all sides, from front to back. He glanced around as everyone gripped on to something, or to the people sitting next to them, with an expression of worry and fear. All he’d gripped was the rose as he looked out the window and saw a truck swerving and heading straight for the bus, through the thick layers of snow falling.