The moment I saw you I knew I had to have you. I stared at you, mesmerised, across the packed club. According to the book The Godfather the Italians call it the thunderbolt. All I know is that, looking at you, it was as if I had discovered beauty for the very first time.
And I knew that I would never, ever be the person who walked into the club again.
I also thought I would never stand a chance.
I had a couple more drinks as I plucked up the courage to talk to you. I tried to rehearse what I would say to you. Everything I thought of was dismissed. None if it was good enough for talking to a goddess.
You must have caught me staring at you as you came over to see me. You nonchalantly asked me whether or not I was going to buy you a drink. Eventually, I got my mouth working long enough to find out what you drink.
My body was on autopilot as I went to the bar, order the drinks and return to the table. All I could think about was how lucky I was. Of all the blokes in the club, and you would have had your pick of every man there, you chose me.
You offered me a cigarette, which I accepted. We then spent the rest of the night drinking, smoking and talking. We have so much in common it was actually quite scary. You even somehow convinced me to dance despite me using the quote from Romeo and Juliet, which usually gets me out of dancing.
The last song of the night was, as is to be expected, a slow slushy song. As we danced, wrapped in each others arms, it felt like we were the only two people in the entire place. You caught me looking at you and ask, looking into my eyes, what Im thinking. I reply that I cannot believe how lucky I am. You didnt let me finish what I was going to say as you start kissing me. For the rest of the song it is as if our lips are glued together.
We sit back down as the lights come on. We slowly finish our drinks in between kisses. You inform me, with a twinge of regret in your voice, that we cannot go back to your place as you still live with the parental units (your words not mine). I invite you back to mine and you accept.
We enter my flat and I lock the door. I offer to give you the guided tour but you inform me that you only want to see one room. We make our way there. If there was anyone else in the flat, all they would have to do to find my bedroom is follow the trail of clothes we left behind.
Once in the bedroom we head immediately for the bed. Where we made love for what seems to be forever. It was, quite simply, the best sex I have ever had. Even with ex girlfriends there was an element missing that was there with you. Afterwards we both have a cigarette and then fall asleep in each others arms, naked as the day we were born.
The next morning I wake up before you. I have a smoke and watch you as you sleep. If it is even more possible you look even more amazingly beautiful sleeping as you do awake. As I stub out the cigarette the movement awakens you. You ask why I did not wake you up earlier. And I reply that you looked peaceful and I did not want to disturb you. You giggle and kiss me. This quickly leads to another amazing love making session.
Afterwards you say you have to go home. I let you use the bathroom first then I get washed. When I return you are already dressed. I dress and walk you to the bus station, where we kiss as we wait for your bus. As I walk home I realise that I forgot to ask for your phone number. But when I return to the flat I see that you wrote down your number for me and pinned it to the notice board in the hall.
That night my phone rings as I watch TV. Its you. We talk for ages and then arrange to go see a film the next night.
That was two years ago. Somehow you are still with me and I love you as much now as I did then.
Thank you for being you.
This is the first story I’ve written in ages. Comments would be appreciated.
Will
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