elisah
12-28-2003, 10:07 PM
Staci tells me wear whatever, but not sandals because she always catches her fiance staring at my feet. I laugh and tell her Rob's just a freak as I adjust my toe ring. I'm secretly pissed though as I had chosen the perfect strappy pair and had my toes done just for the occasion.
Staci languishes in my bed. Our last night together. Free. She glances at the clock. Rolls over. Squirts vanilla scented lotion in her hands and starts to rub. She always does the inside of my elbow first. Her signature spot as no one else does this. No one ever has. Most likely, no one else ever will. I think I will miss it.
This is all my fault really. I met him first. Off one of those party chats. I liked him on the phone, but commitment phobe that I am, I turned him over to her when we got too serious. We met him for the first time together. We drove out to his apartment and sat nervous in his living room. Making small talk. Whispering giggles when he left the room. It soon became an innocent threesome.
We would go out to dinner together. To the bar together. I enjoyed the open atmosphere. The lack of boundaries or rules and ownership. We even had these little picnics in the park. His neighbor called us "Rob and his Ladies". His mother loved us, but me the most. A situation that even now still explodes into fire works. We had the golden opportunity and we ate it up. Until Staci one day, fell in love.
We were having a water fight. All of us soaked to the bone. Rob was straddling me on the couch. Pouring water down my shirt, when Staci started screaming. She tore him off of me, jumped on top and attacked. Hitting and spitting and choking until she finally snapped back to herself. Later, calmer, we sat on his bed and she told me she loved him. Demanding to know if I did. I didn't know. I loved what we had.But him alone I wasn't sure.
So we dated separately. Her growing more jealous and insecure. Me falling more in love, but unable to tell her. He growing more confused as we demanded he make a choice. Finally one night, she told me, she couldn't live without him. Our friendship having suffered enough. The situation growing more painful than I could bear. I told Staci the first lie I have ever told her
I told her I didn't love him.
So now, we're here. 5:37 a.m. Five hours and thirteen minutes away from a flash disco wedding. A union forever sealing our fates. Her sharing my bed for the last time. Our finale. Two people dancing close to closing time with no pen to exchange numbers.
I slip my dolphin toe ring off and put it on her toe. Tell her to wear it as something blue. She thanks me and kisses me like we used to. Her hair falling into mine. Whispers of hot breath against my neck. Then she is crying. And I know. She will miss this.
As will I.
Staci languishes in my bed. Our last night together. Free. She glances at the clock. Rolls over. Squirts vanilla scented lotion in her hands and starts to rub. She always does the inside of my elbow first. Her signature spot as no one else does this. No one ever has. Most likely, no one else ever will. I think I will miss it.
This is all my fault really. I met him first. Off one of those party chats. I liked him on the phone, but commitment phobe that I am, I turned him over to her when we got too serious. We met him for the first time together. We drove out to his apartment and sat nervous in his living room. Making small talk. Whispering giggles when he left the room. It soon became an innocent threesome.
We would go out to dinner together. To the bar together. I enjoyed the open atmosphere. The lack of boundaries or rules and ownership. We even had these little picnics in the park. His neighbor called us "Rob and his Ladies". His mother loved us, but me the most. A situation that even now still explodes into fire works. We had the golden opportunity and we ate it up. Until Staci one day, fell in love.
We were having a water fight. All of us soaked to the bone. Rob was straddling me on the couch. Pouring water down my shirt, when Staci started screaming. She tore him off of me, jumped on top and attacked. Hitting and spitting and choking until she finally snapped back to herself. Later, calmer, we sat on his bed and she told me she loved him. Demanding to know if I did. I didn't know. I loved what we had.But him alone I wasn't sure.
So we dated separately. Her growing more jealous and insecure. Me falling more in love, but unable to tell her. He growing more confused as we demanded he make a choice. Finally one night, she told me, she couldn't live without him. Our friendship having suffered enough. The situation growing more painful than I could bear. I told Staci the first lie I have ever told her
I told her I didn't love him.
So now, we're here. 5:37 a.m. Five hours and thirteen minutes away from a flash disco wedding. A union forever sealing our fates. Her sharing my bed for the last time. Our finale. Two people dancing close to closing time with no pen to exchange numbers.
I slip my dolphin toe ring off and put it on her toe. Tell her to wear it as something blue. She thanks me and kisses me like we used to. Her hair falling into mine. Whispers of hot breath against my neck. Then she is crying. And I know. She will miss this.
As will I.