my part

this wat i wrote in bittersweet. im very proud of it cause it was kinda hard for me to write it. i didn't want to loss wat addy had done to it...

"Here I am standing naked", is what she said to get my attention. "I don't feel like destroying you", was my answer. But when I turned and saw her standing, shivering so thin and fragile all I could think of was hurting her. I stared her in the eyes and slowly walked towards her. Kissed Anouk on her forehead, then her nose, then her lips (always those soft lips) and then her neck. I stopped at her breast as I just had to contemplate her nudity. Gently I toke her to the bed and made her undress me. Then I grabbed her hand and made her touch me, fell me and eventually drink from the fountain of life. I laid her on the bed and twisted her, bent her and broke a bone or two that were in my way as her eyes lite up and became morbid. By the time she came the bed sheets were filled with blood and sweat. Two souls become one, two bodies become one…Not even close to what happened that day. For the next couple of months we barely spoke and our brief encounters were just to fulfill our bodily needs. She no longer gave me what I needed and the girl in the café reading Henry Miller's Sexus and drinking an espresso was gone. Now she's an idea, a person I once knew and that now I love from far away. I need her to love me, to feel my existence and my desire and love for her. Towards the end I told her my story and she was the witness to my thoughts and dreams. I told her about my daughter and her mother, about my childhood. I told her anything I could just so that I could be a part of her. To be able to stay in her head, in her memory…The question on how did it end. Like it always does. He falls out of love, she falls in love. Well in this case, he fell in love with her and she fell out of love with him. Anouk just stop caring on how he would react.