Short Love Stories | Vol. 1:1
The Short Love Story series is a culmination of personal experiences, experiences of friends, and imagination that I want to share as it relates to love - something I feel my generation has shied away from.
I hadn't seen him in a very long time but I felt it when he walked in. My heart fluttered like it always had whenever he's near. It kept a steady, slightly faster beat because that's what it always does when it can't control itself. I caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye while holding a conversation with a new handsome friend. Of course, I wasn't really listening to this new friend anymore. I could tell because I only heard my deep breathing, the kind of breathing that happens when your brain is trying to tell your heart to slow down. At that point, my new friend became just a prop that I used while I gathered myself. "Had he seen me yet? Should I go talk to him? I hope this skirt is still fitting my ass just right", I thought.
I spotted where he had settled in by the bar, always by the bar like its his crutch. I could always pull him away from it - that crutch - allowing him to lean on me whenever I wanted to dance, an excuse to be extremely close to him. This was back in the day when we would go out and be in our own little world dancing and drinking and eye-fucking each other. I would grind slowly on him even on the fast songs - I never wanted any of it to move fast - moving my hips in a way to remind him of what was waiting for him when we were done socializing out and about.
Anyway, I had positioned myself by the bar directly across from him with only a bartender, endless bottles of Jim and Jack, and faceless bodies lined up against the bar separating us. I pretended to entertain some guy glorifying by beauty and booty while I also pretended not to notice when he noticed me. He had and so he made his move towards my direction. It felt like his one move - this intentionally stroll towards me - knocked the breath out of me and I got nervous. I scurried back to my trusty prop and seeing that, he made his way back to his trusty crutch. I was not ready. I was not gathered. Not yet. I decided that I should be the one to approach him and so I did. I pretended to make my way to the bathroom. It was in his direct path. Of course, I never made it to the bathroom. Our eyes had met and then a hand reached out to mine. A hug and a kiss later he said "hey baby" and I said "hey my love."