1:57 p.m. | 2004-12-29
10 Minutes
She walked up slightly behind him towards the car, rushing up as they neared. Her hands glided around his waist as she pulled herself against him lightly. His body turned to meet hers and she looked into his beautiful blue eyes. She remembered the dance they had played for months. The way they would flirt and show their interest but not care the rest of the time.
Missed phone calls and no messages. Hours of giggling and twirling of hair. The comfortable silence between the two.
She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight, knowing that in four hours he'd be on a plane and how the last few months had been so rocky. How he told her he could never love her, yet urged her to be "the one." Nights of unabashed passion followed by weeks without calls. No true definition to what they were, no satisfaction in that.
He was nothing like what she wanted; but she couldn't help herself all the same.
