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Against the Wall
Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: AlexaRey, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories
Sometimes she was as wild as the vines that grow madunderfoot. “Because I'm still in love with you I want to see you dance again. Because I'm still in love with you on this harvest moon,” she sang out loud. Long strands of copper hair cascaded in waves around her. She swayed her body back and forth, moving to the music playing in her thoughts. “Hop in babe.” He lifted her up into the shopping cart. Her low heeled combat boots peeking out of her long tutu-esque dress that filled the cart. She was used to people staring at her, disapproving in the way she set herself alight. “Everyone should ride the shopping cart, don’t you think?" she wondered out loud. "It’s fun.” She shed other people’s inhibitions, and insecurities with the way she giggled unapologetically. “That’s right doll.” He pushed the shopping cart fast and hard toward the cookie isle. She wanted chocolate chip cookies. “Ooh, chocolate chip cookies!” She stood up waving her arms in the air. He watched her eat them one after the other while she danced. She was often silly at times, but was always herself, not caring what anyone else thinks. And sometimes she was that little girl who hid behind her mother peeking out at the stranger. She was susceptible to being overly self-conscious, so he indulged her whims. To him she was someone who would always love him, accept the imperfect him, understand the confused him, even when he was the wrong him, because that was the only version she knew how to be. “You’re my ... favorite,” he said offhand. “Favorite?” “Yeah,” he stammered. “My favorite lips to kiss. My favorite name to see appear on my cell phone. My favorite way to spend an afternoon, you know, my favorite.” “You’re my favorite too,” she stared down at her bare feet. She stood against the wall, the brick wall in her loft apartment that she had painted in fuzzy duck yellow, princess pink and majesty purple. She was injured, mentally and emotionally, literally and metaphorically. Standing against the wall made her feel safe and happy. She knew she wouldn’t falter as long as she leaned up against her wall of colors. Here, against the wall she told him how much she had missed him while she was away. “Where did you go?” He felt injured too. He hadn’t seen her for weeks. She hadn’t replied to any of his texts. “I went inside of myself.” She offered him her crooked smile. What could he say? It was just a matter of how she was simply taking care of herself. “I missed you.” It was kairos – the rightness of time and place that brought them together. She was too quiet and he was too loud. He was too petty, too quick to anger, too slow to forgive. And she was too forgiving, too literal and too harsh on herself. Yet, every morning she woke up a blank canvas, unafraid to add color to whatever wondered into her life that day. “Show me.” Her delicate hands traced his handsome face, her finger smoothed over his full lips before reaching up on the tips of her toes to kiss him. She kissed him with a curious ...