Kiwi Black Shoe Polish (dubbin)

[JesusTitties]

A few years ago, well it will always be a "few years" ago in my mind whether im 26 or 76 i suppose; i was lucky enough to fall in love. Maybe we've all done it or are about to or havent yet, but i think through every human life time it does happen even if just once.
She was beautiful. Her hair, her smile - her sense of humour. The way she walked and was so innocent to the world. After a year of being together - me driving 2 hrs EVERY weekend there and back to be with her (she lived in the next city) we moved in together. Shared an apartment, while she went to school. I worked.
God i used to love coming home to her. Coming home after work late at night, to see her sitting in her scrubs at the make-shift kitchen table (we didnt live in a palace) with her university books spread out, dishes all over the place and the smell of whatever it is that a woman puts on after a bath to make her skin feel smooth, i swear some days the scent lasted in my nostrils for hours after i left.
A year passed and she was still my princess. We laughed, sure we fought, cried and she was the most beautiful person i knew. Her favorite food was lasagna, so one night while she was away i bought a cookbook and learned how to make it from scratch, and surprised her with it the following weekend. It was awful. She loved it.
Close to the end of the year, she became distant. Things changed, the world turned and the look in her eye when we spoke was no longer love, it was dislike. I probably did it, for reasons that would never fit into the bite-max of this thread. But it did happen.
Near the end, she had two friends stay over one night to help her pack. Her parents were coming in the morning to get her. She asked if i could leave while her friends were there, and i did. When i came home that night they were still up watching a movie. Away i went, and fell asleep to the sound of their taping boxes.
The morning was pouring rain, and i awoke to a knock on my door. It was her, and she asked me to leave while her parents were there. I put on my shoes and began walking, but did not feel like driving. I walked, in the pouring rain to no where. I walked for four hours and 30 minutes straight, without stopping. I was so wet it didnt matter anymore, and the rain hid my tears anyways so it worked out.
When i finally arrived home again later that afternoon, soaked - the door was locked. I unlatched the door, and went in. She was gone, her things were gone. Her clothes from the closet and her little nightstand where she used to love to put her rings before she went to sleep at night. My apartment was bare, and as i took off my shoes i could hear the echo of my shoe drop on the floor due to the lack of furniture now in the room.
That was the last day i ever spoke, or heard from her again. To this day i have no idea where she is or how she is doing. A few months later, i moved.
Perhaps it is best.

I once read, years ago that our lives are like ships traveling the vast ocean at night, without a light. Every once in a while we will bump into another ship, travel with it a while but eventually it will continue on its path, and you on yours and disappear into the night.

I suppose its natural in life, to always wonder just how much another person or significant other really realizes how much they have touched your soul for the rest of your life and, after that. I certainly do.

I am drunk right now, and felt like typing this out for you all to read.
*fin*.

[RuneT]

Her name was Lise. She lifted me up where I've never been before. She made me loose track of time and space. Then she dumped me.

13 years later I can still smell her and everytime i touch metal I think of her bum.

[melissa]

My first love was in high school. He was one of the most caring, kind people I've ever met. He would go running before school started and he would pick flowers to give to me, as he grabbed me in a sweaty hug first thing in the morning by my locker.

One summer, my family took me camping for my birthday. When we got back into town, we heard the news. He and some other friends had been jumping off of the new bridge over the river. He got tangled up in the debris left in the water and never came back up. It took the diving crew hours to find him and bring him back up to the surface. The entire town was shocked that this had happened to him, and as much as I was hurt by it, I'm sure it was no where near as painful as it was for his twin brother.

[zenbabe]

I almost ran into mine at my grandmothers funeral!

[priceyfatprude]

His name was TW. He was everything I'd ever wanted in a guy: cute, funny, Italian, snappy dresser (silk shirts!). Summer of '91.