Two Outta Three  

PhatCatnHornDawg 50M/58F
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7/28/2005 4:58 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Two Outta Three

There was a hummingbird just outside the glass that separated us from the rain. He looked in for just a moment, then flew away. I couldn't help thinking how simple his life must be. We sat quietly in the warm swirling bubbles. I don't think I could have loved her more than at that very moment. There was this little bead of water that was making it's way down her long, silky, wet hair. And I said to myself, "If I can count to ten before it drops, she'll love me forever." I barely got to seven before it fell like a rock, and rolled slowly down over her bare shoulders and disappeared into the bubbles beyond. Two outta three.

I must have been looking at her for a long time before I realized she was looking back. And that day in the rain was a million memories ago. The cafe was getting noisier, and the coffee was getting colder. And finally, she began to explain why it was over. I couldn't believe it was actually happening, I was watching her talk but I couldn't hear the words. I was dying inside, and she never looked more beautiful. Even after she was gone I could still smell her perfume. I always would.

I got up to leave, and stepped out into the rain. Stuck my hand in my coat pocket and pulled out the rose I had meant to give her. The wilted petals fell to the ground. I counted them up, still trying to beat the odds. She loves me. She loves me not. Two outta three.

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