Okay this is my first love story, so go ahead and feel free to tear it to shreds.
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Lust, a crude word don’t you think? At least according to what it means. The dictionary describes it as an intense desire for something, or to long after. I must confess to you diary, I have felt such emotions today. But for comfort purposes I will avoid the use of the word lust.
The other girls and I were walking home from lunch today when four young teens stepped out from an electrician’s van, brandishing knives. Of course they said the stereotypical statement of “Give us all your money.” We were shocked of course and Jennifer held out her purse for them to take, then it all happened.
One of the four teens (I think he was drunk) stepped forward and cut poor Jenny on the arm, they snatched her purse, which had fallen to the sidewalk and advanced on us. Suddenly out of no where a handsome young man stepped between us and our assailants, telling us to run. I was stunned with his selfless bravery and stood gaping like an idiot as my friends took off.
The boy on the left lunged at my savior and I let out a squeal of fear. But my hero spun with a grace I had never before seen, and instantly had the boy in some kind of martial arts hold. Obviously shocked by his skill the other boys dropped Jennifer’s purse and ran. Turning the man forced the boy to apologize, then with a slight kick to his rear he let him go, and the boy ran like a madman.
All this time I couldn’t stop looking at him, I must have appeared as a fool, gaping at him. He came up to me and asked if I was all right, and all I remember after that was trying to nod then get dizzy and I fainted.
Finally I woke up in my apartment surrounded by my friends; Jennifer was only scratched by the knife so she was all right. But I missed my hero and I wish I could have been awake as he carried me home. I don’t know if this is love, or lust. The girls and my family would be furious if I loved him, he is a stranger. But I always see him in my head. I guess….”
Kayleen put down her pen when she heard the knock on the door. Quickly throwing on her bathrobe before opening the door. She let out a small yelp when she saw him. He was holding her purse and cell phone and looked almost as surprised to see her, as she was to see him. Awkwardly he spoke.
“Uh, I found your purse and cell.” When she didn’t reply, he quietly cleared his throat, and she snapped from her stupor.
“Oh, uh, right…. Thanks” He handed her the belongings, and made to leave when she spoke.
“Would you, you know want to come in or something?” She could see him thinking about it.
“Sure.” He turned and entered her apartment. “I really like your apartment, are any of your friends here?”
“Thank you, and no they all went home this afternoon.” She watched him as he carefully moved to a family portrait on the wall, and she asked quietly.
“So, why did you do it?” He got awkward, she noted it.
She smiled. “You know, save us.”
He turned to her a sheepish look on his face. “Well actually, the reason I even saw it was because I was watching you from my car across the street.” Her heart skipped a beat. “And, I couldn’t just stand by and let it happen.”
She smiled again, the tension easing. “Well it was really brave and sweet of you.” They looked at eachother and their eyes locked. They shared a moment that would last forever, they didn’t speak, they felt their love, and with a pulse of emotion they moved together as one, locked together in a kiss of eternity and passion.
As they cuddled on the couch, Kayleen contemplated their love story, her family will be furious, she smiled to herself as she tightened her embrace on his comforting body.
It will be their little secret.
Dreams that disturbe you when you sleep,
and haunt you when you are awake.
Make up a mirror of who and what you are,