Ships in the night.

By Matt Moon

Some things happen to us without any warning. Most of the time these random events occur when we least expect it. So it was that on a warm summer’s night I found myself wrapped in her arms without the least idea as to how I managed to end up there. One moment we were walking along chatting as friends do, and the next I was kissing her with a fire that I had not known she had kindled. The surprise came when she returned the kiss with equal passion.

Later as I lay next to her, the ardour that we had felt earlier finally slaked; her breathing deep and even and her eyes fluttering behind closed lids, seeing whatever it is that dreamers see, I finally allowed myself to think. Questions battered my brain. How did I get here? What was it I felt for this girl? Was this going to ruin our friendship? Why was I asking questions when I was lying naked next to a beautiful woman? And so I decided that the questions could wait, there would be time enough for them once the weekend was over and she had gone home. I surrendered myself to the joy of being close to another person, taking and giving solace and comfort in the warmth and understanding that can only come from intimacy.

Now I am sitting, looking at the space that she left in my bed, not sure as to whether I want her back or not. I know that we are still friends. I think that I don’t want anything more from our relationship, that we were just two people in the right place at the right time to share something special. I know that in all likelihood it will never happen again. That thought saddens me, but I force myself to look past that and revel in the joy of the memory of the time we spent together. I know that my heart will always have a place for her even if we never meet again. I wonder how she feels about it, does she also see it as something special, or was it merely the need to fulfil a physical urge. I like to think that the former is true. I know that she has the utmost respect for me, as I do for her, and although we sought comfort in each others bodies that respect is not lessened. The confusion of emotions, the attachment and the pragmatism, the need to seek emotional involvement in the physical are all still there; but I know that I can handle it, and I know that my life is better for that single summer’s night. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Please publish this!

Bio: My name is Matt and I write what I want, hopefully that is what everyone else wants to read. Never written for anyone but myself so please read, and hopefully, enjoy my stories. Its what they're there for!

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