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[aid] => mick
[title] => After That Night
[time] => 2005-04-25 20:28:15
[hometext] => That night changed everything. Changed my life, changed his. I remember it like it were yesterday. Only yesterday wasn't as heavenly. (Long Poem).
[bodytext] => I remember everything… I got to the dance, and had a blast inside. Me and Jessie and all her friends hung out together, while I waited for you and Amanda. It took a while, but eventually you guys showed up. Amanda came into the dance, But you and Charlie had to stay outside. Remember? Because you didn’t have a ticket. What I don’t remember was if you wanted to come in or not. What I remember the most, Was how close I came to crying when Amanda told me that you were staring to like me again. That you had said so in the car. Heck I didn’t even care about the dance anymore. I wanted to leave, and go find you. And maybe kiss the life out of you if I could work up the guts. It was a nice thought. Amanda agreed to leave with me at eight-thirty so we could go find you. We found you by the lawn near the gym, You and Charlie both. We all decided to go down to the lower parking lot. But for some reason, while we were walking down there, You and I were walking so far apart, that we couldn’t even accidentally touch. I knew it was my fault. But you were smoking. And you smelled like smoke. All the way down there, not so much as a hug. I began to second-guess what Amanda had told me. Finally, while you were skating in the parking lot, I left. I don’t know why. Maybe it was because you were smoking. Maybe it was because I was disappointed. Things weren’t going the way I had left the dance for. And I knew it was my fault. I was shy. That’s what happens when you are close to someone you really care about. Everything I said to you had a million other words backed up behind it, But they didn’t came out. You made me so nervous. Just being around you took my breath away. An hour was wasted, And I wondered if the past could be undone. Finally Amanda convinced me to come down, While you and Charlie and little Brandon had just begun walking around the track. I held your hand. All the way up the stairs to the area by the girls’ locker room. God, I couldn’t breathe. I blocked out everything that everyone else was saying, just so I could hear your voice only. When we got up there, I got to hold you. Baby, my heart stopped. It felt like a lifelong dilemma was being solved; taken off my shoulders. I totally absorbed your arms around my waist. Things were definitely getting somewhere. And I cheered myself on. For the next twenty minutes or so, I held you. It was the first time your smoke-infested shirt smelt so good; it was like medicine to my burning lungs. That’s how happy I was. So content with being in your arms, and so convinced that there was no better place. After a while I could breathe more freely. And my mouth was no longer numb; I could feel myself talking. Even when you studied me in that intense way of yours. You were electric that night. After another while, we all walked back down to the lower parking lot, And I noted that the dance would be ending soon. I couldn’t have cared less, because I still had your hand. Even your swearing didn’t bother me. To be I was lucky to be getting what I was getting. I wanted to tell you how good it felt to have a longing as strong as mine was be lifted off my shoulders that night. But your friends were around, and I didn’t want to sound sappy. So I just kept quiet at the top of the stairs. As Amanda stood in the middle of the road, talking to the other boys, I was still clinging to you. And I think I knew it was coming. The racing beat of my heart telling me to be ready kind of gave it away. And I was ready. For our first kiss. Right there on the stairs! Where I would wait for my ride home After school on Monday! Where I’ve always waited for my ride! It was the best moment of my entire life. Your kiss was so sweet. I could feel the corners of my mouth turn inside out. I could feel my brain not even bothering, and scrambling itself into the eggs it felt like. I pressed myself against you for life. And then prayed that it wouldn’t all end after that night. I prayed that you’d still have feelings. I prayed that you’d ask me back out again soon. I prayed you’d call me. But even after I left, the fact remained…I knew that after that night, things would never be the same. I knew that it would somehow mark the beginning of us. You and me. And even though every today becomes a yesterday, That day became who I am right now. After that night, I was home. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 213 [topic] => 24 [informant] => jacobskk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
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