She cried every day because soon the communication moved from weeks to months of silence and yet at every visit, the fire burnt like the logs were freshly dried and petrol had been sprinkled. The sex was good. He made her feel like a porn star, and she often consciously asked, is the sex good, because now she was afraid of the baby mama that never existed. Yes, she never existed but she never knew why he chose to play the card. He was extra, a lover and a tight huger… His voice alone, a love song, a sweet melody
He was manly and had presence. He wouldn’t leave the room unrecognized though he was no show-stopper. His shyness drew something attractive. She fell for his manliness, he would look at you and u would feel owned by him already. So unknowingly, she worshiped him. He was an alpha male and she was the pride of lions. They made a perfect match. The conversation, the music they listened to, the art, the water, the friends, they were a perfect blend. But the invisible woman. He told her she was the perfect one but also was afraid of the invisible woman. As much as he needed her, he wanted to be somewhere else. The need and want clashed often and in the battle, her soul was ripped. She had kept her heart with him and demanding it back would be trouble but also, she badly desired he kept it and if it crushed, it will be on his account. But slowly the battle drunk her soul away.
The silence that took months and the confusion when she saw him and the sex sent her unto endless orgasms. They would practically have sex whole day and be fine with it. On some days he fucked her, but most days he made love to her like she was very delicate. He wore her on his sleeve. He was surely proud but his conflicting heart. She took a break unannounced she just didn’t break the silence this time like she usually did, she was tired of blaming her selfless and feeling heartbroken when he didn’t return the calls or respond to the texts.
Unknown to them, they got involved with other parties and life went on just fine, did they fall in love elsewhere?
Three years later, just like it never ended, it took off. He was in town and saw her across the street. She was getting off a boda to enter restaurant, his ego didn’t let him chase after her, yes after all those years he was still an alpha male and he was positive she would come running when he called.
He went home and made a few calls until he got her contact, “hello, it’s me”. Her heart, her knees her stomach. Only one person spoke and sent her legs wobbling. She held her breath, he is back, he is back thoughts were racing in her head before she could answer. He went silent as well, waiting for a response. Five minutes later, “hi, how have you been?” Great, I have been great, how are you?
“I am fine and holding up good”.
Damn, what was it about him that she couldn’t let go of?
What is about her that I can’t let go of?
“I am in town, if you have time let’s meet up.” And just like he had it, she could never say no to him. She cancelled her plans and planned a meet the next day, the talked. At their fav hotel, it still hold memories in the same room. He simply texted “the usual place, same time” she knew exactly what he meant and she showed up at the hotel, walked passed reception expecting to be stopped by the receptionist who simply smiled, like she knew her from way back. She took the stairs up to the second floor, room 205. And there he was, his dark eyes, he had lost a lot of weight from the last time, but before any words, their lips were vulturing and tearing each other apart…the attraction, sex appeal, she didn’t get it. The lips and hands and body did the talking for the next 30 minutes and when they laid down, naked in each other’s embrace, noticed the balcony was open and so was the door, they laughed.
I missed you so much, he said. She looked at him, deep in his eyes hoping it was another lie but she knew him well enough to know he wasn’t. Besides weight, he hadn’t changed. He was still her man. She kissed him again. And whispered, same here.
For the next hour they just lay in bed, but no one brings about the last 3 years and what transpired. She didn’t tell him of all the others she kissed and who she slept with, neither did he. The start was like they were together yesterday and only apart for the night. They were back on the road. He promised her, he would never leave….
This promise seemed like the usual things we all say for love, they both didn’t know the implication because no matter how far apart they went, they never left. It never ended. The bloom was new every time and the fire lit like it never once burned out. All was good and six months down, the silence again