Here's a story I wrote in it's roughest form. Comments are greatly appreciated! He passed through my life like a summer storm-sudden, unexpectedly, but with an intesity I will never forget. And just like that, he was gone. He offered no warning, no notice, no goodbye. I sat on the front steps and watched him go. It was all I could do. Part of me wanted to chase after him, to beg him not to leave. Somehow I fought back the urge to call out to him as he dissappeared into the August sunset. It was all too much for me, the way the sun's final rays illuminated his ash brown hair. But I knew no matter how much I loved him, he wasn't coming back. He was a drifter travelling through life with a worn knapsack on his back and twenty dollars in his pocket. His wayfaring spirit was obvious from the beginning. I knew that it was best to stay away, that he was a worthless endevour. But something about him captivated me. Maybe it was his easygoing charm, or the way he looked at me like I was the only one who mattered. It wasn't long before I realized that I loved him. I loved him, and his vague answers and mysterious past didn't matter. All that did matter was us and now. Everything else-my life, my family, my career, my friends-all faded into the background. He became my world,nevermind the fact that he had no job, no money, and no direction. I didn't care. As long as we were together life was only him and me. I taught myself to ignore the doubts that lingered in the back of my mind. I was determinied that, this time, love would triumph over sensibility. So I gave him everything I had. It was no big deal if he needed to borrow money for his share of the rent. And when he could not afford to buy groceries, I was there. My office job was enough to support the both of us, and he needed me. Foolishly I believed every lie that sprung from his lips. I found perfection in his kiss and security in his embrace. To me, the countless "I love you"s he whispered in my ear meant forever. The end of "us" was a foreign concept, a forbidden thought that I was unwilling to face. Until I had to. --------------------------------------------------------------------- One year has passed since his departure. No longer do I think about his rough good looks or boyish charm. Instead, I recall the rent checks he promised to pay. I remember the nights spent waiting in the rain and the dates he never showed up for. But above all, I remember the sacrifice. I gave him all of me, but he took so much more away.
Great short story young lady. The story has depth and flows easily. I could feel the pain and despair of the character. ALI
thats painfully beautiful and reads so well. it has great verisimilitude. it sounds like its flowing from your lips and your heart.
good story. did it really happen? i thought it was funny that the first person that replied has the same signature as you.
