THE AIRLINE LOVE STORY PART 3 - "Dissonance"
“You’re everything I could want…” she said to me.
Drunk as hell, mad as a skunk.
“And everything you don’t want…” I replied, admittedly just
as drunk, but only half as mad.
“Fuck you,” she replied, “I hate you.”
“I know,” I conceded. Then I let it be. She walked over to
me, grabbed my hand and we walked the street in silence. What else could I say?
In honesty, this wasn't the first time we’d been drunk
enough to blurt out exactly how we felt about each other. Historically, it was
easier to pretend we didn't remember it later, or make up some other excuse to
minimize it.
But, she was also right. I adore her. I would do anything
for her. I want, for her, more than anything else in the world, the best for
her. I want her to find all in life that she wants or needs, or as she puts it,
“is”, and that “is” satisfies her life. The selfish part of me, of course, want
to be a part of that satisfaction, if only for one more moment in time. Those moments
when the outside world, the “rest” doesn't exist, but just in the exact moment,
you can be 100% free. Sharing those moments with someone, or experiencing them
because of someone has to be the epitome of a living Nirvana or pure spiritual experience.
We had that. We’d fucked, made love, kissed and held hands,
looked forward to seeing each other with giddy anticipation, wrestled fully
clothed onto a bed until we touched, kissed, and otherwise found ourselves in
the very present moments together, and I cling to those moments.
They were brief, especially in the context of a fully lived
life. And they were rudely interrupted by the past creeping into the present.
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