I'd like to meet:
The great granddaughter of the guy who invented sticky tape.I Imagine we would hit it off right away... we would take long walks together, talk for hours about nothing, spend hours just lying together gazing in each others eyes and finish each others sentences. We would like the same books and music, and although she does not normally watch films, it is one of her favorite things in the world to curl up next to me on the warm sofa while I watch the classics and old black and white science fiction movies. she wouldn't care what is on, as long as she is right there next to me she is happy. She would trust me and I would never let her down. It would just be her and I, our own unit against the outside world. We would call each other baby, and honey, and assorted other pet names. She would love me more than she has ever loved anyone in the world, and I would only ever have eyes for her. We would take a trip together, just her and I, far away from this place. It doesn't matter where we go, as long as we are together, we can make it anywhere. We would go to a place like the beach in the freezing cold winter, just to be alone. We would walk along the white sand as the wind and the blue-grey ocean rage around us. I would hold her in my arms as we walked, shielding her from the outside world, and she would feel content, safe in the knowledge that I would never let anything happen to her. Safe in the knowledge that I love her more than anyone has ever loved anything in the entire span of history. We are all we have, and to us, that's just perfect. We would take a long bus ride home from the beach, holding each other tightly, she would fall asleep in my arms, her head on my chest listening to my slow steady heartbeat. I would lay my jacket over her to keep her warm. As she slept I would watch her, protect her, admire the way her hair falls over her face, listen closely to her soft breathing as it is each of these breaths that keep here on this earth. Here with me so that I am complete. I would trace my finger along her soft skin as I glance out of the window to catch a fleeting glimpse of the night sky. As I watch It pass my mind would wander to thoughts of the universe and how we managed to find each other in the vast expanse of existense. I would begin to feel very small and meaningless but then my mind would revert to thoughts of her and I no longer feel redundant. I would think about how supportive she is no matter what I do. I could never make a wrong decision with my life as far as she is concerned, and for once in my life I will finally feel as though I have a purpose... To love and protect this girl for the rest of our lives. She is my everything, I suddenly realise I am nothing without her, and I vow right then and there over her beautiful sleeping form, that I will dedicate my everything to making sure she has the most wonderful, unpredictable life anyone could possibly have, because she deserves nothing less. The bus would come to a stop, I would gently wake her and she would look up at me, her eyes half open and sleepy, and kiss me softly on the mouth, and with it, know that I am still right here where I promised I will always be as the world of slumber fades from her head. I would walk along the cold and dark city streets to our apartment carrying her on my back, her arms embracing my neck. I would carry her inside and we would sneak past our sleeping puppy, safe and warm in his basket, careful not to wake him. He will not stir but makes little growling noises as he dreams. We would reach the bedroom and shut the door softly, and I would lay her down on our bed and kiss her as softly and passionately as I can, because I want her to know what she means to me. She smiles sofly at me in the silver glow of the moonlight streaming in through the window and I instantly know that she understands. She would pull me closer to her and hold me the way I long to be held as if to return the sentiment, and I know that she loves me. We would make love by the moonlight, taking the time to explore every inch of our bodies with such depth and yearning, longing to be within each other in body and in spirit. We climax together and neither one of us make a sound. For a moment in time, we are the one being, we truly feel complete. Afterwards we drift off to sleep together, still running our fingers softly over our bodies. Life would be perfect. We would have it all. We would go on like that for months, sharing everything together, understanding each others deepest desires. One day I will come home and she will not be there. I will call out her name, alarmed and relief will wash over me when I hear her quietly inform me that she is in our bedroom. I walk in to find her sitting on the bed anxious to talk to me. I will ask her what is bothering her, worry will build in the back of my mind as I have never seen her act like this before. She will say she has to tell me something and the worry will slowly start to mutate into fear. She will take a deep breath and begin her tale. I will find out during the course of her story that her great grandfather invented sticky tape. She will start to cry as she tells me she knows how much I hate sticky tape and how she wanted to tell me so many times but was afraid. She will express her shame at coming from such a background, and swear that she was telling the truth all those times she shared my dislike and disgust of sticky tape and all parties involved in its creation. After all is said I will not know how to take the information extemded to me I will say nothing as I turn to walk out the door. She would beg me to forgive her and all I will say to her before I leave the apartment is that she lied to me, and I will hear her cry out to me as I pull the door shut behind me. I would wander the cold windy streets of the city alone in a cyclone of thoughts. I would wonder if after everything whether it is really over. Images would flash in my mind of rolls and rolls of packing tape, taunting me, silently conveying to me that I am useless and must have some sort of mental handicap. I begin to feel sick. My thoughts would turn to the scene in the bedroom and I decide that I believe what she said about being ashamed of her background. My shadow would silently follow me along the dark, cracked pavement, and I will hear the wind whistle between the buildings, carrying with it far away thoughts of car alarms and screeching tires. I would start to feel alone for the first time in my life since I met her. I will suddenly panic and wonder to myself what I have done. I will curse myself for being so self centered and one dimensional. As I run back along the street to our apartment I will wonder to myself how I could have let this happen. I would throw the apartment door open and call her name, but before she has time to answer I have already run into the bedroom and found her shape lying huddled and alone under the covers. She will look up slightly bewildered and I can see that she has been crying heavily, her beautiful sparkling eyes puffy and red, her mascara running down her cheeks. I would throw myself down next to her and hold her, kissing her profusely all over the face and head, pulling her closer to me. She would start to tell me that she is sorry and I will hush her, and tell her that I have been a fool and that she does not have to be sorry for anything. I will say that I don't even care about tape if it means that I will lose her. She would sit up and I would take her face in both hands and look her directly in the eyes and tell her that I love her and I always will. I would ask her if she believes me, and she would nod affirmitively and I will ask her if she believes that I will never hurt her in her entire life. She will softly whisper that she does, and I will ask her if she knows that I will never leave her for as long as I live this life. She would collapse into my arms crying and say that she knows and that she will never leave me alone either. I would hug her tighter and we would lay back down onto the bed together both with tears streaming down our faces, her sobs slowly subsiding. We would have each other once again and know that we cannot be apart from that moment on. We will both know that for the rest of our lives we never will. We will know that we were meant to be and nothing can stand in the way of that. Our bodies will start to calm and as we lay spooning on our bed, descending into sleep, our breathing will become one, and I will whisper into her ear that I will love her forever.Man I'd like to meet her!
