Unrequited lessonShe stared down into the brown bottle, her eyes lidded with disgruntled betrayal. The actions of the former night playing in her head, constantly on repeat. She had always reached out to him in attempts to build a bridge that seemed too rickety to cross. He had always turned her down, and one more rotted plank would fall from the ratted rope, until finally there was only one way to cross; dive and pray."Rick." Her not so distant past yelled into the microphone of her head. The cold cement formed under the brown bottle, then under her feet, until finally she glanced up into the dead-of-night blackness that was Colorado weather. Not even breached into October, as a single yellow street light filled the small parking lot. The woman's eyes lidded as she felt herself fade into nostalgia, and into a memory that still ran deep.The parking lot was void of all except the scattered few cars in the distance, unimportant and vague, and the two cars that sat close to the young woman running, and
LustTo her, lust was resting her maraschino lips against the inside of a soap-residued window, pulling away after her breath hazed under her nostrils, and counting the red-stained imprints that her lips had left; a calling card for those interested. It was the small wooden box hidden behind 'War and Peace', which held all her dirty little secrets, her childhood hopes-and-dreams, and a man's smoky eyes that leaked passion through misery.Her desire was within those eyes, the same make-your-knees-weak ice-blue eyes that she had turned away from all those nights ago. His husky breath against her face, as she was shielded from the blistering cold raindrops that that night had to offer, by his thick arms that would hold the world above her head-if only to see her walk away unscathed. Those protective arms, those pleading eyes, that smile that could end a war, and a girl's world; she turned from all that, to save her soul.She regrets that to this day.