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A last farewell…

Your time on earth is over and what’s left is the rest of us – and a void the size of the Grand Canyon. Those who got to know you, who now miss you, have to find a way to cope without you. You touched so many people and changed so many lives, including mine.

We talked a lot through the years, about everything. Your youthful, honest, kind, loving spirit was in every exchange. You gladly shared your sprightly personality, your hilarious jokes, the amazing stories from your eventful life. You enriched my days. Every time my phone beeped, I hoped it was a message from you. I grew fonder and fonder of you by the day.

When we finally met, you gave me six wonderful days with you. On the first day you took my hand, looked into my eyes and said, “I’ve been looking forward to this moment for so long, I can hardly believe you’re actually here. You’re even more beautiful than I had imagined.”

Over the next few days we laughed and cried, we talked and embraced – and exchanged the words we’d both wanted to say to each other for a long time. Then you sang to me, three times. Your voice was rugged, the words were sincere and your heart and love was in every phrase. I tried not to cry, as I sat on my knees in front of you while you held your hands on my cheeks and crooned softly as you looked into my eyes.

Thanks to you, I had six perfect days that I’ll remember for the rest of my life.

Then I had to leave and you slowly got worse – but we managed to stay in touch and exchange sweet messages of love every now and then. We talked a little on the phone on a few occasions, reminded each other of the words we’d exchanged in person and talked about what we’d do when we next met – although we both knew that’d never happen.

When you took your final breath, we had nothing left unsaid. It was still a shock, although it was expected. I’m hurting now for purely selfish reasons – because I’ll never get to spend another day with you, I’ll never get to hear you say “I love you, sweetheart” again and I’ll never get to hold you in my arms again…

But you were ready.

You were fine about leaving your earthly existence, because you’d lived “the perfect life” and because you knew you’d end up in a good place, based on the life you’d been living and the way you’d treated people. I know you wouldn’t have wanted any of us to be sad, you would have wanted us all to follow our dreams, to never settle for less and to celebrate a life well lived.

I’ll love you and keep you in my heart forever, for all that you were to me. Knowing you made me a better person. You reminded me that not realising my full potential is not an option. That it’s up to me to do what it takes to live the life that I want and deserve – just like you did. I’ll never meet anyone else like you, but at least I got to meet you.

I’ll treasure that for the rest of my life. Thank you. For everything.

140 Words #9

“Nick…” she whispered and put both hands on my cheeks. I stood dumbstruck wondering if I should touch her, but didn’t have much time to do anything before she leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my mouth. I’m pretty sure my heart stopped for the seconds it lasted. “That was beautiful,” she finally added after a long silence of looking at each other. She took a step back, smiled, turned around and disappeared through the door.

‘Thank you…’ I muttered to myself, long after she had vanished and would be unable to hear me. I allowed my knees to bend so I could slide down along the side of the worktop and onto the floor. I was overcome with emotion, unable to prevent a single tear from running down my cheek as I registered an unfamiliar feeling: happiness.

140 Words #7

My train of thought was interrupted as he came through the door with a bag of sandwiches that he threw onto the bed before me, like an animal that had gone hunting for food and proudly returned with its prey.

‘So… what’s going to happen now?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I do one more show here and then I’m on the road for the next foreseeable future. So what I mean is…’ he paused and smiled to himself before sitting down on the bed next to me, breaking into Sinatra-like crooning, ‘What now, my love?’

‘What do you want?’ I asked, throwing the ball back in his court. As he took a breath to answer, there was a knock on the door, leaving the question hanging in thin air, cluttering up the room – making it appear small and dense.

140 Words #5

His hands held firmly onto my hips, pulling me against him, the friction increasing rapidly with each urgent thrust.

Then suddenly, he stopped. I held my breath, hoping it wasn’t over.

He moved me from the chair and sat down on it himself before guiding me onto his lap, facing away from him. The dance began again with a renewed vibrancy. I arched my back against him, reaching for the back of his head as I felt the climax approaching. I could hardly breathe as a violent wave of shivers hit me with the energy of a runaway train, leaving me unable to keep my legs on the floor. Moments before my own orgasm was over, he joined me.

His grip around my waist loosened and I rolled down his arm, hitting the floor with a gasping sigh of relief

140 Words #4

I made my way from the stool and onto the piano itself, put my feet on the lid and closed it over the keys with a loud bang.

My eyes were growing familiar to the darkness, just not enough for me to see anything but the contours of him as he moved slowly towards me. I could hear him breathe, felt the heat oozing off him, the energy between us roaring as he finally came close enough for me to see him clearly.

With one rapid swing of an arm the stool went sailing across the floor until it hit the wall, stopping it dead in its tracks. He came as close to the piano as he could, rested one hand on each side of my hips, leaning over me until I gave in and lay down on my back.

140 Words #3

He slowly turned around and faced me, his eyes looking dark, cold and controlled for a moment as he made his way towards me.

The scene seemed strangely familiar.

In a mild strike of panic I backed away until I stopped at the closed wooden door. He stopped a few inches shy of me and supported himself against it. His arm was so close to my face I could smell the scent of his skin; that impossibly masculine scent that he always seemed to smell of, a scent that didn’t come out of any bottle. He leaned in, his face close to mine, his eyes trying to focus, and it was with some relief I saw the stern look disappear and a softer one appear.

Then he looked down and I closed my eyes, in a ricidulous attempt to escape.

140 Words #2

‘As I was saying… you look…’ he sighed and took a more blatant sweep of my body in the short, tight dress that I knew accentuated my figure.

Within a split moment he’d spun me around, buried his face in the crook of my neck and cupped my breast with a firm yet playful hand. ‘I can’t believe you’re actually here,’ he moaned into my ear and nipped at my ear lobe before turning me around to face him.

I just stood still, stared into his eyes, challenging him, before allowing the inevitable kiss to happen.

A noise outside the door caused us to immediately part, like we’d been burnt. He sat down by the dressing table and I stood looking very casually out of the window. In the end, nobody came in – and yet we stayed apart.