I'm about to fall head first into this relationship. It was a clear day outside and my computer was on. All a sudden, someone was looking for me. When I went on to the site, it was an old boyfriend. He had been trying to find me for years. It was nice to hear(more) from him and a little exciting. We started writing back and forth. He sent me his picture and I sent him my picture. We continued this for a couple of weeks. He then asked if I would be willing to be his secret friend. As I continue to fall head first into this situation, I am not sure what I am getting myself into. Mt question is, should I continue to be secret and confessional buddies, or just stop? P.S. I'm happily married.(less)
I don’t know what it is? It began as a rising heat that blurred the air, like in a desert. Then noises, guttural, it took me into the part of the brain that thought a tiger was in the bush. I was ambivalent, as a weird figure came through the(more) heat wall. It’s December, it is Christmas, why does it always happen here and now. I was a statue.
A raggedy man ran in front of me, he looked at the scene, and turned to me. All the while the slow horror was still coming through the hole. He looked back at it, took a tool, that is the best I can say mostly because the way he held it toward it, it made a strange noise, sonic.
“Oh what are you?” He said, excited. Then turned to me, he is beautiful. “Who are you now? We have to go, run” He said it softly, so calm, and took my hand. I liked into his eyes they are fierce, calm, sad, burrowing. I actually forgot the terror behind, while it was still calling and coming. I want him, still.
“Run!” he shouted, and I did with him hand to hand. Down the lane, round the bend, to a blue box, we went in. I can’t explain the sight and the surprise.
I cried, and he held me, and now, with him, on a sort of holiday, I am head over heels, and never want to leave him.
I could feel the spray of the water from all the way up here, on the cliff I was about to dive from. I closed my eyes and felt the fresh scent of the water, and the rocks, and the trees behind me, and for once in my life,(more) I felt like I was in the right place. Even though I had not jumped yet, I could feel the adrenalin pulsing through my veins, my vision seemed crisp and refined, and I knew I was about to have the best time of my life.
I took a deep breath, stepping tentatively onto the dark, slippery rock that made up the edge of the cliff. The air felt cool yet all too hot at the same time; I knew the jump would provide me with enough wind to cool me down, and then the splash of the water...
I was done waiting.
With one more impatient glance behind me, I leaped from the edge of the cliff, falling, falling, head first into the cool relief of the water.
I swear, there was nothing like the feeling you get on your way down - of freedom, of adrenalin, of - for once, being completely and tragically awake. I will never forget the rush of the water cushioning my fall, curling below me, waves licking my face.
I had always been afraid to fall. Fall in love, fall for lies, fall from the top of... anything, really.
But falling helps me forget. I am in this moment, and that is all in the world that matters. (less)
It's sweltering hot, the sun burning overhead and a warm breeze barely blowing. The ice in drinks melts in seconds, leaving this lukewarm liquid in a slippery wet glass. Animals and people alike lie in the shade, panting and sweating as they dig out old fans. The humidity is(more) atrocious, and the temperature is unbearable.
It's summer. Everyone wishes for a breath of cold wind, for cloudy skies and frigid air. But it's only September, still too early for anything like that. But anyone would be happy for the leaves to start falling.
If the leaves would start to turn colors, to gently spiral down from the branches and land on the hot pavement, it would be the best thing yet. It's a sign of fall, leaves falling.
Floating down, twisting on the wind, and landing in colorful piles on yards.
Everyone loves fall.(less)