Thursday, August 21, 2014

this is how i would write it

opening scene.

ill meet you at the cafe. somewhere along the beach, i'd get out of my car and you'd be waiting by the door. you'd be wearing black jeans with black shoes and a black shirt. well groomed with a 5 o'clock shadow because no one likes a clean shave.  your eyes would find mine even though we were still meters away. you'd smile. i'd shyly smile back and look down because your gaze was always too much.  as i approach you'd take you hands out of your pocket. give me a kiss on the cheek and we'd enjoy our trademark too long to be just friends hug. you'd hold me til i let go as i always let go first and you'd guide me to our seat pulling my chair out for me. I'd make some off the cuff comment about chivalry and you'd reply that i was worth it. we'd laugh an awkward laugh at the weight of our words and eye the menu while our hearts race in our chests and our thoughts swirl with all the words we'd left unsaid. I'd want to clear the table with one hand and grab you with the other but instead i just look at you, discretely from over the menu and admire you, your eyes, your shoulders, just you. You'd catch me looking and smile as i blush and turn my eyes back to the menu, while blurting out my selection to serve as a distraction to that moment.  You'd smile, because you knew.  We'd lay the menu's down and talk about trivial things because the truth was always to hard for us but somehow you'd still captivate me, even if its just about the weather, your words would kiss my ears and no one else would exist.  we'd laugh our way through breakfast with conversations that don't seem like much but the underlying tone would be as clear as day.  Like a river in winter, so much would be going on under the surface, away from view. You'd pay the check, i'd fight you for it but i knew you felt like a gentleman waving me off, being the hero. You always liked to play the hero.  You'd suggest a walk along the beach because even tho breakfast was over you wouldn't want this day to end.  Nether do i.  We'd take our shoes off and let the sand engulf our feet while the air kisses our faces, we'd laugh louder now. happier. and the space between us would close. we'd sit down overlooking the beach and with all the beauty of nature around us, you would only see me.  I'd make some comment about how the waves kiss the land, and keep coming back for more and how the moon loved the sun so much it died every night to see her live. you'd hold my hand, and id withdraw. you'd feel embarrassed and i'd ask you for the truth.  For an honest conversation. We'd throw away all the superficial nonsense and our trademark small talk with hidden meanings and we'd be honest. for once. for however brief a moment it was. i'd ask you what i mean to you, and if you ever loved me. I'd tell you its only ever been you.  Id tell you about my dark days and why I've done the things i did. why i was so scared to love you wholly. You'd laugh, and hold me closer and tell me that we've wasted so much time, but had so much time left to make up for it. I'd shy away and divert my eyes to the sand as butterflies took flight in my stomach. You raise your hand, it would lightly touch my jaw and pull my face back up til my eyes met yours, you'd whisper you loved me, and no matter how hard you tried you could never stop loving me. and before i could say a word, your eyes would look at my lips, and you'd slowly lean in closer, you'd take your time and wouldn't rush this moment despite the fact we'd been waiting half our lives for it.  Like a giant drum roll into the most long overdue moment in history. Id meet your lean as your hand moved to the nape of my neck. our thoughts would race as the gap between our lips closes, id whisper i love you and your lips would touch mine. my hands would grab your neck and my fingers curl through your hair. and we'd have our first kiss. the most perfect first kiss of our lives.
and it would be our last first kiss.

end scene.