|Kort Verhaal| (geen titel)

[Cinamon]

Like a nosy toddler trying to catch a glimp through a peeking hole, the sun rises slowly above the rooftops of at least a million households in this metropolis... As I stretch my arms and let my -sleepy- eyes slide across the room I take a deep breath, what a mess... As I turn around to go back to sleep, I feel lips kissing my neck. O right, he spent the night. He spent the night! With me! I turned around and kissed his lips. This must have been perfect, until -ofcourse- a humming sound came from the pocket of his jeans... Great! 6 a.m. and he has to get a call from...
Who was it actually? Even now, I have no clue. He never told me. The only thing I remember is, he had to leave immediately. Without saying a word he put his clothes on, tied his shoes and washed his face. And out the door he was. Naturally I was very confused, specially when he came storming back in ten minutes later, saying he was sorry but he had to go, duty called. Kissed me on the forehead and left. That was four days ago. I haven't seen or heard from him since. I don't know what to think. Because even though I labeled him my best friend, I only know so much about him. I know his name, telephone number and I have his adress. That's pretty much where the list ends. Anyway, as I was on my way to work this morning, I took a cab up to riverside park. Just because I felt like dipping my face in newgrown grass... Or something. I used to go here with him. I think perhaps I thought if he wasn't at work -I called- he was probably being here, relaxing having an early lunch. Ofcourse I didn't run in to him or anything. That would've made me more nervous than I usually already am when he's around. (not that I don't like it)
So I took a paperback of Romeo and Juliette out of my bag, sat down on this incredibly old wooden bench and eventually I must have fallen asleep. I don't recall anyone sitting down next to me, or waking me up. But when I opened my eyes they stared right into his. It must have been the late afternoon because the sun was already lowering behind the enormous officebuildings. 'Goodmorning, sunshine.', he said to me. With my most confused look I asked him where he had disappeared off to, why he didn't call me and so on. He told me not to worry and he would never leave me wondering alone for so long again. Now I had to tell him the whole story of what I thought when he was gone and if he went somewhere he could easily tell me I wouldn't be a blabbermouth or if he had another girl he shouldn't string me along....
'Rambeling!', he kissed me, so I would have to stop talking...
'I am not rambeling!', I whispered, but he put his hand over my mouth, 'Honey? Shut up.' After that, we must have shared the longest, most passionate kiss I ever had...


~fin~