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One Stand...Day or Night?

Imagine an ocean. A huge ocean filled with love. Within that ocean, we swim and enjoy its great depths but so often we are not aware we live in an ocean of love.

With its exhaust blazing, it came to an instant halt. Typical of a Subaru. O couldn't expect any less. Having interrupted my rather intimate session with Clean Bandit's Symphony, I couldn't tell whether I was mad or happy. Guess it's a boys and their toys kinda thing.

Her hand across his waist, his hand over her shoulder, they walked into the supermarket laughing and smiling. Sometimes, stopping to steal a kiss. Jumpy just like little kids they were and here I was...watching. Sorry to admit, but I was kinda envious of them. It would be easy to be bitter but I was happy for them because I remembered how it felt to have someone to walk with.

Slow dance with me. Take care of me. Ease me when I'm mad, cheer me when I'm sad. Make love to me softly. Make love to me roughly. Kiss me in the rain. Surprise me. Amaze me. Tell me that you love me. Seduce me. Charm me. Tell me that you're mine. Yet all that was left of me was hitting the next button on my music player. Would you really put the blame on me?

It's funny how when you just fell out of love that you start seeing in others the sweet little things you did and should have done. Walking down the street hand in hand. Licking ice cream off the same cone. Stealing kisses in the middle of town. You notice some couple, lady lying on the guy's lap...they both are laughing hysterically. Their laughter, infectious. Yet all you get is hitting the next button.

But now there's nobody by my side, the chain smokers echoed in my head. Bass is on full blast. I think I'm losing my mind, but music ain't gonna let me down. With shuffle on and a whole 783 songs on my playlist to go over. No, not today.

"Hey!" A voice of angels. The audible vibrations, like a musical instrument playing lullabies to my soul. Like birds summoning me to paradise.

"Heeey you!" Trying to hide the fact that I had innocently forgotten her name. Then came that awkward moment when I went for the handshake and she came for a hug. Her thoracic cavity, well, let's just say...inviting. As welcoming as one finding an oasis in the desert. She held on tightly and I a little longer. Thanks to her six inched heels, I didn't just get to feel her head on my chest.

Ain't it beautiful, how we move in and out of people's lives. Almost tricks me to thinking, temporary connections can live forever as long as we want to remember. Then it hit me...I might just be hitting something that's not just the next button on my music player.

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