tryst

I__ glad we can be friends.__here__ that word again. It__ like a safe word.

We are all trying to get over the person who broke our hearts. We are all far from perfect.

It has been said that art is a tryst; for in the joy of it, maker and beholder meet.

A wicked curve appears on his lips. __o, you__e wrong. I__ allowed to say whatever I want. What I__ not allowed to do is what I want.

Um, well, I__e been working out with Alex. Today just happened to be right after our workout,_ Craig admits finally.__eally,_ I say dripping with sarcasm. __nd you failed to mention this earlier? You ran off so abruptly for your tryst. I should__e suspected something illicit was occurring.__lex erupts in laughter looking at Craig. __ou didn__ tell her.

Two things compel me to move. First, the fear of being alone. I don__ want to be alone here. Second, the aching need to beat Blake in any way.

The truth is, I always want to kiss you.

I chew my food, leaning back into the couch. __ loved him. That__ what dumb girls do.___ou aren__ dumb.__ try to hold back my smile. ____ hanging out with you, aren__ I?

He tangles his hand in my hair, and the other cups my jaw. Although I have this all planned, his lips feel shockingly sweet, swollen and soft, and more like home every time

Our scars make us who we are. Some scars are just deeper than others.

I mean, aren__ we all tormented by past relationships?

When he came back, I hid my face within my hands. He said: "Fear nothing. Who has seen our kiss? --Who saw us? The night and the moon.""And the stars and the first flush of dawn. The moon has seen its visage in the lake, and told it to the water 'neath the willows. The water told it to the rower's oar."And the oar has told it to the boat, and the boat has passed the secret to the fisher. Alas! alas! if that were only all! But the fisher told the secret to a woman."The fisher told the secret to a woman: my father and my mother and my sisters, and all of Hellas now shall know the tale.

The way he looks at me makes me ache, but it isn__ fair. He hurt me first. He caused this ache from the start. This inside out, churning pain that feels mental and physical now.I fiddle with my hands, peering up at him again, and all I can think is, God, I wish he__ stop staring at me like that.

I almost feel bad for declining, but I feel more terrible that I can__ stop looking at how his chest rises and falls with each of his frustrated breaths.