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Tala · 06-29-2005, 08:48 PM

Before it's asked, yes, I wrote this. A LONG time ago. I'm surprised I found it again. No, it's not "real." It was a creative writing assignment for a class I had back in '97.

Enjoy.

You will never see this

this...realm, this hobby, this past time...I've never shared with you...you were right when you said, even the closest need to keep some secrets, and we can't begrudge each other that

so I write this here, when you'll never see it...but I need to purge, and it's all about you Sunshine

you've been my BEST friend, for almost 5 years...and I still remember the beginning, you walking in the doors, stopping at my desk, and chatting me up almost every day for an hour

I remember my first birthday into our friendship, I had already coined you Sunshine, because you managed to brighten up my day no matter how bad it was...and you hugged me and kissed me and wished me a happy, happy birthday...you bought me a plant -grins-...in a lil white can with flowers on it...well that plant's sitting in front of a window, and you've seen it...it's flourished and grown and blossomed, just like we have

those crazy weekends in Montreal, both of us dancing, slick with sweat, til the wee hours of the morning...me getting drunk enough to go off to a corner of the bar with some guy who only spoke french, yet all the language I required at the time was horny horny horny...popping up behind him, as we made out and I -really- wanted to take my top off, and you'd pass me a bottle of water and wink...and just watch over me to make sure I was ok

I saw you through the dissolution of your marriage...the heartache you felt, the loneliness, the confusion...and when you dated anyone else, you made it clear to them..."there's my best friend Sam, and she is the closest thing to me ever...I will not lose a friendship because you may be jealous, or not confident enough, or don't trust me enough"...and there were women that could handle you and me, and there were women that couldn't..and through it all, you never compromised me...nor I you...I too made it clear..."there's this guy, and he's my best friend...so deal"

now, and for years, you proudly proclaim that you love me to anyone and everyone...and it's always been that way, for both of us...there's just that something that clicked with you and I...I don't need to pretend with you, and you never need to stop doing your impressions with me, cracking those horribly bad jokes...and calling me up to sing any random song, even if you get my voicemail

two weekends ago when you were here, my mom took me aside, and she's known you as almost as long as I have, though never as like I do...and she whispered to me "he adores you Sam..he's good people"...and I agreed...I had gone for a walk with T, and you stayed behind with her boyfriend and my mom...the BBQ was done, our drinks were full and you told them both, in my absence, how much you loved me

and then...that night...when they all left...you were staying with me...and I had you in my bed for the first time since I moved here

and I don't know what was different about that night...maybe the way your hand curled around the back of my neck while we sat on the couch, chatting with my guests...maybe it was the way you stuck so close to me all day, and yet I never found you to be in the way...maybe it was just the time had come...

whatever it was...when you took me in your arms, after I'd had a quick shower and smelled sweet, hair damp and fresh, and asked me quietly..."can we cuddle...I want to cuddle"...and that was it...I could feel it, I could feel your heart pick up, it's beat was faster, and I lay my head to it, while your strong arms wrapped around me...I lay so content against your chest, while we whispered and chatted, about nothing and everything...

and when your lips graced my hair and when you moved to my forehead, could you feel my heart start to race too? I remember I closed my eyes...and knew that this moment would forever change us...

soon, we were kissing, so deeply..so slowly...there was no frenzy, there wasn't an urgency, not at first...we savored each other...we tasted each other, in ways we'd never dared before...and when you broke away and crushed me against you, and my face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, and you whispered, with such emotion in your voice.."I love you, so much...I love you so much"...all I could do was return the truth to you...that I loved you too, so much...I hope you heard the painstaking truth in that...but soon it didn't matter, for the next few hours...

and we made love...and I cried for you, and cried out from you...you were exquisite, and your body was perfection...I've always admired it, but now, to explore it, taste it, anywhere, and everywhere...I couldn't tire of it...and your hands caressed, teased, and prompted the most tortured of responses from me...

I don't know that I will ever know a more complete, satisfying and rewarding experience

and when it was over, and we breathed ragged, and sweat once more slicked our skin, and our bodies remained fused as one, so many times I'd lain with you like this, but not...like this...when it was over, you comforted me, and whispered the things you knew I needed to hear, without asking it

I don't regret moving, now that our relationship has shifted...and put distance between us...it's only an hour and so of time...but I'm finding it hard not to miss you, not to ache for you, and even now when you call me everyday, it's not enough of a fix

we only have every other weekend together, because of your kids, and maybe there's room in our hearts to let absence make it grow fonder...

but tonight, I'm especially missing you...I was loathe to change my sheets after you left...I didn't for days...until the scent of you had left my pillow, finally, only replaced by my own perfumed shampoo, from the numerous times I laid in your spot, and remembered you...it allowed me to fall into a blissful sleep

now, it's two weekends to go before you are with me again, here...though I will see you this week when I have dinner in the city with the girls...

I miss you...

I love you...

you are real...
you are my Sunshine...
you are my best friend

Spunky · 06-29-2005, 08:51 PM

That was deep.. Deep thoughts from Tala

Tala · 06-29-2005, 08:53 PM

Sad part is that though most of it is fiction, there really is a man for whom it was written....and sorry, I didn't know you in 1997, my Sunshine.

Tala · 06-30-2005, 11:19 AM

I really should write like this more often.

06-29-2005, 08:48 PM	#1
Tala Fucked if I know Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Do you have a flag? Posts: 23,368	Wow. (storyish) Before it's asked, yes, I wrote this. A LONG time ago. I'm surprised I found it again. No, it's not "real." It was a creative writing assignment for a class I had back in '97. Enjoy. You will never see this this...realm, this hobby, this past time...I've never shared with you...you were right when you said, even the closest need to keep some secrets, and we can't begrudge each other that so I write this here, when you'll never see it...but I need to purge, and it's all about you Sunshine you've been my BEST friend, for almost 5 years...and I still remember the beginning, you walking in the doors, stopping at my desk, and chatting me up almost every day for an hour I remember my first birthday into our friendship, I had already coined you Sunshine, because you managed to brighten up my day no matter how bad it was...and you hugged me and kissed me and wished me a happy, happy birthday...you bought me a plant -grins-...in a lil white can with flowers on it...well that plant's sitting in front of a window, and you've seen it...it's flourished and grown and blossomed, just like we have those crazy weekends in Montreal, both of us dancing, slick with sweat, til the wee hours of the morning...me getting drunk enough to go off to a corner of the bar with some guy who only spoke french, yet all the language I required at the time was horny horny horny...popping up behind him, as we made out and I -really- wanted to take my top off, and you'd pass me a bottle of water and wink...and just watch over me to make sure I was ok I saw you through the dissolution of your marriage...the heartache you felt, the loneliness, the confusion...and when you dated anyone else, you made it clear to them..."there's my best friend Sam, and she is the closest thing to me ever...I will not lose a friendship because you may be jealous, or not confident enough, or don't trust me enough"...and there were women that could handle you and me, and there were women that couldn't..and through it all, you never compromised me...nor I you...I too made it clear..."there's this guy, and he's my best friend...so deal" now, and for years, you proudly proclaim that you love me to anyone and everyone...and it's always been that way, for both of us...there's just that something that clicked with you and I...I don't need to pretend with you, and you never need to stop doing your impressions with me, cracking those horribly bad jokes...and calling me up to sing any random song, even if you get my voicemail two weekends ago when you were here, my mom took me aside, and she's known you as almost as long as I have, though never as like I do...and she whispered to me "he adores you Sam..he's good people"...and I agreed...I had gone for a walk with T, and you stayed behind with her boyfriend and my mom...the BBQ was done, our drinks were full and you told them both, in my absence, how much you loved me and then...that night...when they all left...you were staying with me...and I had you in my bed for the first time since I moved here and I don't know what was different about that night...maybe the way your hand curled around the back of my neck while we sat on the couch, chatting with my guests...maybe it was the way you stuck so close to me all day, and yet I never found you to be in the way...maybe it was just the time had come... whatever it was...when you took me in your arms, after I'd had a quick shower and smelled sweet, hair damp and fresh, and asked me quietly..."can we cuddle...I want to cuddle"...and that was it...I could feel it, I could feel your heart pick up, it's beat was faster, and I lay my head to it, while your strong arms wrapped around me...I lay so content against your chest, while we whispered and chatted, about nothing and everything... and when your lips graced my hair and when you moved to my forehead, could you feel my heart start to race too? I remember I closed my eyes...and knew that this moment would forever change us... soon, we were kissing, so deeply..so slowly...there was no frenzy, there wasn't an urgency, not at first...we savored each other...we tasted each other, in ways we'd never dared before...and when you broke away and crushed me against you, and my face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, and you whispered, with such emotion in your voice.."I love you, so much...I love you so much"...all I could do was return the truth to you...that I loved you too, so much...I hope you heard the painstaking truth in that...but soon it didn't matter, for the next few hours... and we made love...and I cried for you, and cried out from you...you were exquisite, and your body was perfection...I've always admired it, but now, to explore it, taste it, anywhere, and everywhere...I couldn't tire of it...and your hands caressed, teased, and prompted the most tortured of responses from me... I don't know that I will ever know a more complete, satisfying and rewarding experience and when it was over, and we breathed ragged, and sweat once more slicked our skin, and our bodies remained fused as one, so many times I'd lain with you like this, but not...like this...when it was over, you comforted me, and whispered the things you knew I needed to hear, without asking it I don't regret moving, now that our relationship has shifted...and put distance between us...it's only an hour and so of time...but I'm finding it hard not to miss you, not to ache for you, and even now when you call me everyday, it's not enough of a fix we only have every other weekend together, because of your kids, and maybe there's room in our hearts to let absence make it grow fonder... but tonight, I'm especially missing you...I was loathe to change my sheets after you left...I didn't for days...until the scent of you had left my pillow, finally, only replaced by my own perfumed shampoo, from the numerous times I laid in your spot, and remembered you...it allowed me to fall into a blissful sleep now, it's two weekends to go before you are with me again, here...though I will see you this week when I have dinner in the city with the girls... I miss you... I love you... you are real... you are my Sunshine... you are my best friend __________________ ICQ: 11120676 \| Google: mindcrime \| Skype: suitemindcrime\|E-Mail: mindcrime AT gmail.com\|PR girl with great writing skills for hire!!!! Contact me to work for YOU!\|TECHIEMEDIA? 24/7 support from some of the best techs in the biz. Tell Jim that I sent you.

06-29-2005, 08:51 PM	#2
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06-29-2005, 08:53 PM	#3
Tala Fucked if I know Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Do you have a flag? Posts: 23,368	Sad part is that though most of it is fiction, there really is a man for whom it was written....and sorry, I didn't know you in 1997, my Sunshine. __________________ ICQ: 11120676 \| Google: mindcrime \| Skype: suitemindcrime\|E-Mail: mindcrime AT gmail.com\|PR girl with great writing skills for hire!!!! Contact me to work for YOU!\|TECHIEMEDIA? 24/7 support from some of the best techs in the biz. Tell Jim that I sent you.

06-30-2005, 11:19 AM	#4
Tala Fucked if I know Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Do you have a flag? Posts: 23,368	I really should write like this more often. __________________ ICQ: 11120676 \| Google: mindcrime \| Skype: suitemindcrime\|E-Mail: mindcrime AT gmail.com\|PR girl with great writing skills for hire!!!! Contact me to work for YOU!\|TECHIEMEDIA? 24/7 support from some of the best techs in the biz. Tell Jim that I sent you.