Just Like You Imagined

It would be perfect. He had played it over and over in his mind, the past few weeks and it had slowly evolved from the fantasy-dream sequence to something that was going to be almost ridiculously straightforward. He had convinced himself of that.

He would tell her. How he felt. He wasn't very eloquent; the words wouldn't be poetry. But they would be from the heart. And they would be true. Her pretty eyes would widen in shock. But then there'd be a slight change, a softening of her features as she would break into a smile of acceptance and a flutter of eyelashes. She'd lean forward slightly, a shy hint, which he would take nervously. Breathing hard, he would caress her cheek, tilt her chin and move in closer. The kiss itself would be electric; as sunshine streams across land, so would her warmth flow over him. She would sigh and he would gaze into her eyes and she would know; better than any words could express

Yes, it would be perfect. He was just waiting for the right time. But days passed and he was kept from his goal, until finally, one day...

He brought it up carefully, testing the waters, gauging her reaction. And he told her. How he felt. He wasn't very eloquent; the words weren't poetry. But they were from the heart. And they were true. Her pretty eyes widened in shock. But then there was a slight change, a hardening of her features, ( "There's something wrong!" he panicked ), her sneer conveying contempt, her eyes scornful. She leaned forward slightly and spoke softly. "That's twisted! How did you even begin to think that we..." He couldn't hear her over the buzzing in his ears. His face was burning. Her face blurred as tears welled up in his eyes, he hated his body for betraying him...

He found himself running. He didn't remember leaving the house. He didn't know where he was going. He was just running. He would keep running till he had left the pain behind.

He awoke with a start. He closed his eyes and sighed. The same nightmare-dream again. Every night. It was driving him insane. He got ready slowly and as he walked out of the door, he was steeling himself for the day ahead- another day with her, without being able to say it.

Ok, semi-disturbing random post. Not meant to be taken seriously and certainly not indicative of existent people or events. :D

'Just Like You Imagined' - Creepier post by The Red Queen

4 comments:

Mona said...

I wish it was indicative of living people, & then we would have given so many suggestions & lessons in wooing to our NGAC :D

ps> good expression NGAC... just don't let the kiss get 'electric' right in the beginning...

geeessh... Guys are such poor kiss scene writers!

I know one another...

:D :D

Mona said...

Ok NGAC... I think this post has two angles : that everything is possible in the world of waking dreams where we can take our thoughts to where we would like things to be. Whereas In sleep just the opposite happens. Our fears come to fore, let loose by the subconscious...

no.good.at.coding said...

:)) I'm glad this is not real! And I think I've done pretty well without the wooing lessons ;)

Mona, you make the post seem so much more profound than it actually is! I never planned for the interpretation that you've put down but it makes it seem better :D

The Red Queen said...

hee hee
We both stole the title
And Mona's right. You cannot write kiss scenes. But I liked this. There should be a 'Just Like You Imagined' post title challenge.