The first time that he met her was when they had bumped into the break area. She was a pretty thing with short blonde hair and a cute smile.
While at the desk their eyes would meet and happiness would well up in him.
Was it possible to be this happy?
They went on a date and enjoyed each other and the kiss at the end solidified the mutual feeling. They hung out more and more and then one day when he looked over at her he saw her talking to someone else.
Why?
Why that man?
Did she love him too?
Did she no longer want him?!!
Anger filled him and the fighting began. He wanted her phone, showed up at her house and was always by her side. She pulled away but it was driving him mad not having her near. How could she not see how much he needed her? She was the air that he breathed, the light of his life, without her he didn't know how to function anymore. He lost sleep and though he smiled he was going crazy.
He loved her.
He Loved her
HE LOVED HER!!!!
And then he saw her with another man and the rage built up and he pulled her away. The slap was shockinging
He.... hit her?
How could he do such a thing?
Why did she look so scared?
He only did it because she wasn't listening.
If she listened to him this would never happen.
He loved her. HE only wanted the best for her. HE only wanted her to be happy. HE didn't WANT to hurt her but if he didn't she would never learn. HE loved her. This....This rage, anger, pain... This isn't what he wanted.... this...
Was all her fault.
Before he could raise his hand again the police was already there grabbing him. But he couldn't see them. Rather….
Why was that man touching his girlfriend? no fiancé... wait they were practically married weren't they?
Why was she crying in his arm?
He was the one who loved her, no one could love her like he could.
He would die for her!
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The breeze blew and long brown hair blew and this new girl who had entered the break room stood gazing out the window. Not quite as beautiful as the one he loved before….
But when her gaze turned to him and she smiled….
What did it matter?
He loved her.
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"I Crave your Mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, i prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
Your hands the color of a savage harvest,
Hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat you skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
The sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
And i pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
Hunting for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barrens of quitratue."
Pablo Neruda
Chilean (1904-1973)