Message-ID: <17175eli$9811130531@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17175.txt> From: pami1968@aol.com (Pami1968) Subject: Story: "The End" by Pami m/f, nosex Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19981112211655.06800.00000314@ng66.aol.com> If you only want a stroke story, this isn't it... but... if you have a romantic soul... I would like to know if this strikes a chord with you. THE END It was that song. THAT one. The one that reminded her of him. The memories came flooding back. It was the song. THAT one. Everytime he heard it, he knew that he could have written it about her. He allowed himself to remember. “There was a time....I was everything and nothing all in one.... And when you found me, I was feeling like a cloud across the sun.... I need to tell you....how you light up every second of the day.. But in the moonlight, you just shine like a beacon on the bay.... She was new to town when they had met. It was kind of a risk, a freak thing. She figured what the heck...she knew almost noone in town. She was lonely. She was nervous with her new job, that she had moved 400 miles to take. She was tired of being the sensible, stay-at-home, take-no-risks woman that she had become. She wanted to break out of her rut...take some chances...live on the edge a little bit. She wanted to know, who WAS she? He was unhappy with his life when they had met. He was feeling like everything and everyone was pulling him different directions, and he wasn’t sure which way he wanted to go. He wasn’t quite sure who HE was anymore. The inner him. Nothing was exciting, thrilling, warm, tingly, just plain make-you-feel-good. He was a husband, father, politician, businessman, everything. But who WAS he? And then she wandered into his life. She didn’t care about all of those titles. She wanted HIM. That lonely guy inside. The one who was of no consequence to anyone. She didn’t want the man everyone else saw. And he was enchanted. They talked endlessly. Laughed. Giggled, even. Her eyes glowed when she was with him, and his sparkled. They were like two halves of a whole who had found where they belonged, regardless of the barriers against them. And I can’t explain, but there is something about the way you look tonight, takes my breath away, its that feeling I get about you deep inside. And I can’t describe, oh there’s something about the way you look tonight, takes my breath away, the way you look tonight. They spent stolen moments together. When he could escape from the rest of the world and find a haven with her. The night they had met was a cherished memory for both of them. A balmy evening in the summer. On the boardwalk, with the water nearby. Having a few drinks. She got tipsy and laughed almost too much. He was smiling with her, amazed that someone could be so carefree and happy. It made him feel good just to be with her. She was amazed to find someone who actually thought the way she did...or even thought ABOUT the things that she did. That they had so many similar interests was almost uncanny. He watched her eyes shine at him that night and when they parted, he HAD to kiss her. She watched his eyes twinkle at her that night and she prayed he would kiss her. No raving beauty, she was contagiously ebullient. And he wanted more. He was handsome, but he was intelligent and witty as well. And she wanted more. The kiss was nice. Well, for her it was electric. For him...surprisingly satisfying. And he knew he had to see her more. And she couldn’t contain her feelings of contentment. With a smile, you pull the deepest secrets from my heart In all honesty, I’m speechless and I don’t know where to start. As the affair heated up and became more serious, she became almost obsessed with him. He was perfect. Well, no, not perfect. She recognized faults in him. But they made him more real...more human to her. She loved him. He had somehow gotten past the barriers to her heart that she had built over the years. Perhaps it was the fact that he WAS married. There could be no real future, just a present. So she didn’t guard against any future hurts. Big mistake. He found himself in a similar predicament. She had found him. The real him...the one he thought was gone forever. No, she wasn’t perfect, but she was close enough for him. He confessed to her his hopes and the dreams that he had shelved for years, since noone had seemed to care about HIS needs. But she did. Her teary confession that she had fallen in love with him moved him more that he had thought possible. As the relationship continued, he found himself dreaming about a future with her. And he told her about it. Big mistake. And I can’t explain, but there is something about the way you look tonight, takes my breath away, its that feeling I get about you deep inside And I can’t describe, oh there’s something about the way you look tonight, takes my breath away, the way you look tonight Unfortunately, the real world intruded on the small island of paradise they created for each other. She grew impatient with his obstacles to their relationship. He grew irritated with her and the seemingly unreasonable demands she began to make. He lost his job...twice. She started to travel with her job. Their paths diverged. She knew....he knew...neither of them would ever find the same feeling of belonging that they had felt with the other. But everytime that song started.....they remembered....there was certainly something about the way they had looked that first night -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>