Love Revisited
It was that kind of night, where nothings happend and you can hear the sound of silence over the roar of dance music. I had broken up with someone who could have quite possibly been the girl I'd end up with the rest of my life but things have a habbit of crashing and burning. You might think I'm too young to make a decision like that but then I'd say you havent experienced love. The dice of fate had been rolled and snake eyes appear to shake up my life. My ex turned up. My first reaction? RUN! But I was in a good mood, I had an extra long weekend, my bank account was looking better by the week and my favorite song was on , so instead of running i decided to see what was happening. "He fucked me over!" She told me. She wanted a hug, I was relived in a way that she came to me first. That out of all her friends, family and pets it was me she came to first. "Well what did you expect? He's an arsehole" I told her quite calmly. We talked for hours but the conversation wasnt quite right, it was the type of converation you have with someone that you dont want to offend so you dont realy give away to much or offer your true opinion just incase you step on glass so to speak. Before I knew it, it was 11pm already and my bed had stopped it usual quiet comments of how good it'd would feel to sleep, to much more direct insults like "GET TO FUCKING BED JAMIE OR ILL BURN THIS WHOLE FUCKING HOUSE DOWN!" I took the bed's sutle comments seriously and decided to call it a night. Once again the dice of fate came up snake eyes. A kiss, a simple kiss but a kiss that brought back old feelings that I had forgotten, maybe on purpose. What started as small talk had progressed to a kiss.... now 2 kisses.
FUCK! I screamed, ratherly loudly, she heard me and turned towards her car as I muttered to myself how stupid I was. The Bed had lied, sleep did not come for hours.....