| Just throwing this in...I hope someone enjoys reading
it as much as I did writing it.
The Sunset by Pami (email@example.com)
As the sun set, she leaned over and kissed him sweetly
on the lips. "Thank you," she simply said.
He looked into her eyes and smiled, a wistful kind of
smile, and simply replied "No, thank you."
They laid back on the hill, side by side, just holding
hands and looking at the vivid pinks and fading
purples of the sky. If you looked closely, you could
see the tears in her eyes, the ones that she blinked
back, although one lone drop ran out of the corner of
her eye and fell to the green grass. It was a moment
of sublime contentment for each of them. The harsh
realities of life were far away, and all that existed
for these few stolen moments was the two of them and
the beauty of the sunset.
She had made him promise last fall that they would go
and see the sun set together. She thought it was
hokey and kind of stupid, but the kind of romantic
outing that she yearned for, deep inside. She never
told anyone that she wanted something so...romantic.
She had told him lots of things she never told anyone
else. And every time she did, she wondered if he
would laugh at her. He never did. It was amazing to
her that he actually seemed to understand her.
She had loved him from the moment they met. Well,
probably even before they met, she thought. They had
chatted on the phone and hit it off, so they decided
to meet. She remembered thinking she was crazy to do
it. She had another who wanted to see her the
same night, and she considered cancelling on him. But
she didn't. She couldn't. She explained it to the
second that she felt that there might be something
special with this one. She honestly felt that way,
and she couldn't figure it out. And sure enough, when
they met that evening in July, she knew he was going
to be special to her. It just clicked. Felt right.
Despite the big silver wedding band on his finger, she
had to keep seeing him. Her soul cried out for it.
So, after only a few months, she knew that this was
it. IT. Love. What she had looked for, very
unsuccessfully. And inside she bitterly laughed at
the irony that they one she fell in love with was
the one she could never have as her own. All of
the others were as nothing to her. She dated a few,
had liasions with a couple. Nothing felt right.
Except for him.
She wasn't quite sure of the depth of his emotions.
He told her he loved her. But she found it difficult
to believe. Her insecurities ran too deep. Oh, she
was fairly positive that he cared for her. Love?
Well, maybe that was pushing too hard. In the long
run it wouldn't matter anyway. The day would come
that he would be tired of her, of their relationship,
of the secret times he spent with her. And then it
would be over.
But, before that time came, she wanted the sunset.
The winter came, and she was annoyed that he had
forgotten all about it. And then spring finally
arrived. She was determined, this time.
Finally, on a clear sunny day, the kind with a few
billowy clouds floating leisurely through the sky, he
surprised her. He took her somewhere far enough away
that they could both pretend for a short hour or two
that there were no obligations at home. That it was
indeed possible for them to be together. And they
both revelled in the freedom, short-lived as it was.
For when the last fingers of sunlight disappeared over
the horizon, the dream disappeared with them.