by
SkyeRose
The weeks and months had passed and I had been promoted with my job. That meant that I would have to leave Leslie for a week. The night that I was supposed to leave, Leslie made my fave food and we had a very relaxing evening. The next morning I got on the plane and left the love of my life for what would seem like an eternity. I was there 4 days and I got the call that they needed me to stay for possibly another 3 months. When I told Leslie she was calm about it. She just simply welcomed it and said that our love was strong enough to make it.

It had been weeks since I had a true convo with Leslie. Since our schedules were all confused, our love was taking a toll. At least on my side I felt it was. I hadn't heard her say "I love you" in 4 days and I was feeling just a little awful. I called her up and left one of those bitchy voice messages on the answer machine. She still didn't return the call and I just knew that when she did, I was going to bitch her out.

She finally called that next week and told me that she was sorry and yada yada yada. I knew she was putting me on the back burner for whatever reason and I decided to leave her alone. Maybe my guard was up or I was just really missing her but for some reason the words "It's over" came from my mouth before I even realized what I had said. It's honeslty amazing how things happen and it feels like it is an out of body experience. In my case, it was surreal.

I stayed for another 2 months and realized that it was time for me to return home. I phoned Leslie to tell her that I would be returning around 11 a.m. to get my things and I would be out by 12:30. She agreed and told me that she would be at work.
I walked in the room of our house and realized that I missed her. Her smell was on everything and old times fluttered through my head. I remembered sitting by our fireplace in the winter and looking out the window as the snow fell. I remember us swimming in our pool and running inside for a cool glass of lemondae in those hot summer months. I remembered all these things. But of all I remembered how we made love.

I walked up to our room and seen that everything was just how I left it. Leslie was real good about keeping things like I liked them because I wasn't one of those persons that welcomed change openly. I kind of hesitated when it came along and hoped for the best with it all. But as I said once before, everthing was the same as I had left it, but I had shit in every closet. I never realized I had so much stuff in each closet of the house. Come to think of it, Leslie barely had one closet. How selfish of me to take up so much room. That's me, always taking and not giving much back in return. I was for sure, I was not going to be done within an hour and a half.

It was around 2 and I hadn't heard Leslie come in. I guess she had seen my car and decided to give me more time. Oh well! I really had fucked things up this time and I didn't think they were going to get any better. I went downstairs to get some water. When I looked on the shelf I had seen all our matching cups. I had took a Saturday off one day and decided to paint our names on all the cups and they were still there. Oh my, it was at that moment that it hit me that I managed to run the love of my life off.

I was standing over the counter crying when she kissed me on my cheek. I turned around with my head still down and hugged her intensely. I knew she knew what I was feeling and at that moment we both cried together. She looked up from our hugging and kissed me with all her strength. It was so explosive, my body yearned for more. I had left my Ella Fitzgerald c.d. on repeat with "Love Is Here To Stay", thinking that maybe it would come out true. Our bodies flowed with the rhythm and she put me on the counter. She fucked me. I mean really fucked me. Hard and strong. She used just her fingers but it felt like she used some of everything! After she pulled my pants off of me completely, she bent me over and really gave it to me. I screamed and she drove harder into my dripping kat. I turned around and kissed her and pulled down her pants, cocking her leg on the counter. I ate her with the same intensity that we fucked. I pushed my tongue so far in her till I felt like I was in a neverending tunnel. Her body rocked back and forth till I felt her thighs slapping me in the face.

When she had came for her third time, she pulled me up to look in her eyes. Inside her eyes I saw emptiness. I knew then that it was over. I had lost my love and it was over. I went upstairs to grab my keys, told Leslie to ship my things to my mother's, and drove to nowhere. I am still nowhere, and it was all because I loved her too late.

The End

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