The sun slipped under the hill as I spend my last night under my parents roof. Tomorrow I'd be under a new roof. Our roof.
My head on the pillow, the purple twilight fills the room with long ago voices.
"Martha, are you asleep?"
"No." My fri
(more)end whispered next to me.
A shiver ran through my body as she turned and our arms brushed under the sheets.
"What is love like?"
"Love," her voice was somewhat dreamy and she was quite long enough that I thought she had fallen asleep. "It's like the first sip of a fresh Coke in a dark movie theater. It's all wet and bubbly and full of...hope."
"I feel like that when I'm with you." My voice rushed out, afraid and excited, "I feel like I want to press so hard into you that we become one person."
That was when she kissed me.
A sad smile creeps across my face. In this bed we had tried to press hard enough to become one body. We tried for four years until she stopped trying.
Tears slid down my face and laughter bubbled out. I remember thinking I would never be whole again. I thought I was over.
Then one day I went to the movies. I ordered a small Coke and sour candy. Sitting alone in the dark I took a sip and remembered I didn't like Coke. When I put it down I missed the drink holder and the sticky liquid splashed all over the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He laughed and that was the moment I knew I wasn't over.
For a moment I wished to slip into two, send one back to her and one to him but now I'm grown up and have to be one, grown up. (less)