LJ Idol, Week 5: Inconceivable.
Nov. 21st, 2011 10:45 pmI don't know what I'm doing here.
I'm here because of a man, and a courtship that's hiccuped across the pages of my calendar. We've spent hours upon hours on the phone and in pixels, and exactly ten seconds alone in person. And there's no damned way I'm good enough for him. I've driven across three states to this inexpensive hotel room; I've fussed at my hair, pulled on a dress, and texted him to say, "Ok, this is as good as it gets. I'm ready."
I'm not. I'm so not. If someone were right now to offer me a transformative fix, I'd say 'yes' before the finished sentence had left her faery lips. But there is just me, caught in the mirror, hiding none of my doubt and terror.
Too late to run. He's at the door.
I ask him for a hug. He obliges. I stand shivering in his arms, surrounded by his strength, finally able to breathe. We leave in search of dinner and tea, talking about my trip, about his job, about our lives. I am hypnotized by his hands as they cut graceful lines through the air over his meal.
He catches me staring.
"I'm - I'm sorry. You're just so pretty," I stammer. Dammit. Why does anyone let me talk?
He smiles, changes the subject.
And later, back at my room, he takes my hands in his own. "Have I told you I'm really happy that you're here?"
"Well...not recently."
"I'm really happy you're here," he murmurs. And he kisses me.
There are kisses that are awkward, that mean nothing, that are forgettable.
There are kisses that change your world.
We kiss, and it's inconceivable that we have never kissed before.
We kiss, and it's as if we have been kissing each other for forever with a 40 year-long pause to breathe.
We kiss, and need no glass slipper to know that we are a perfect seamless fit.
I'm here because of a man, and a courtship that's hiccuped across the pages of my calendar. We've spent hours upon hours on the phone and in pixels, and exactly ten seconds alone in person. And there's no damned way I'm good enough for him. I've driven across three states to this inexpensive hotel room; I've fussed at my hair, pulled on a dress, and texted him to say, "Ok, this is as good as it gets. I'm ready."
I'm not. I'm so not. If someone were right now to offer me a transformative fix, I'd say 'yes' before the finished sentence had left her faery lips. But there is just me, caught in the mirror, hiding none of my doubt and terror.
Too late to run. He's at the door.
I ask him for a hug. He obliges. I stand shivering in his arms, surrounded by his strength, finally able to breathe. We leave in search of dinner and tea, talking about my trip, about his job, about our lives. I am hypnotized by his hands as they cut graceful lines through the air over his meal.
He catches me staring.
"I'm - I'm sorry. You're just so pretty," I stammer. Dammit. Why does anyone let me talk?
He smiles, changes the subject.
And later, back at my room, he takes my hands in his own. "Have I told you I'm really happy that you're here?"
"Well...not recently."
"I'm really happy you're here," he murmurs. And he kisses me.
There are kisses that are awkward, that mean nothing, that are forgettable.
There are kisses that change your world.
We kiss, and it's inconceivable that we have never kissed before.
We kiss, and it's as if we have been kissing each other for forever with a 40 year-long pause to breathe.
We kiss, and need no glass slipper to know that we are a perfect seamless fit.
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Date: 2011-11-22 01:26 pm (UTC)...a courtship that's hiccuped across the pages of my calendar....
and this one
...it's as if we have been kissing each other for forever with a 40 year-long pause to breathe....
pack a helluva punch.
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Date: 2011-11-23 12:03 am (UTC)Dan
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Date: 2011-11-23 02:30 am (UTC)We met IRL but due to distance, much of our courtship has been electronic. Someday we may even discover Skype...!
And yay for you and your wife! <3
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Date: 2011-11-23 02:31 am (UTC)I love it
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Date: 2011-11-23 04:15 am (UTC)There are kisses that change your world.
We kiss, and it's inconceivable that we have never kissed before.
I know how that feels... and then even after over a year, it always seems like we are kissing for the first time still :)
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Date: 2011-11-28 05:06 am (UTC)I know that feeling, so this one line hit me in the gut.
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Date: 2011-12-01 05:50 pm (UTC)And yes, that kiss exists. I stopped believing it was possible, or even something to hope for. I'm happy to say I was wrong. And I hope you find your kiss. **hug**