What’s the name of the game?

“Maybe you were right, but baby i was lonely,

I don’t want to fight, i’m tired of being sorry…”

(Enrique Iglesias-“Tired of being sorry”)

He was trying to look serious…Not a chance!, I said to myself…this is my kind of game…

-Come and get it from me if you want it…i said with a glorious smile,

-Give me the key! C’mon, Aly, i will be late! And i promised your father to stop by. Your parents are worry about you…they don’t even know where you are…

-Look…the key…and look what i’m doing with your key…take it if you dare…i can show you where i’m hiding it…i said placing the key in my bra…

-Now you’re challenging me! Let’s see…i’ll take all of your clothes…and then…the key…

-Now you’re getting! Finally..Matt, let’s see…what would you say if i throw away the key…and you’ll be locked with me all day long…

-I would say that you’re crazy…and that i adore you…

Matt was getting closer…he looked into my eyes and smiled…i knew that smile…

-I’m better then you…i said jumping on the bed…catch me if you can…i bet you can’t handle me…i’m thinking of keeping this key to myself…my god…i lost it…i cannot find it anymore…you’re stuck with me…i was laughing while i continued jumping on the bed.

Partly, i was right…in my agitation, the key felt on the floor…only that he wouldn’t saw it…

Matt was trying to stop me from jumping…so i ended falling in his arms…as he was gently laying me on the bed.

-And now…let’s search for that key…he started undressing me with very slow moves, kissing every part of my body. The sensations were all new…like nothing i ever experienced with him before…it was breath taking…a feeling of being out of control…I remembered how intense we were…8 years ago…how much we enjoyed making love…but now was different, he seemed different somehow…

-I remember…Matt…i tried to say something but i couldn’t concentrate…

-Are you sure…Aly…there’s no way back…if you’re not ready, say it…cause you started something and i can’t stop…

But i felt so sure about this…so ready to take him back in my life…how could i let him go before…just feeling his body on mine’s, his breath going faster and the beatings of his heart…he wasn’t that boy i left eight years ago…he was a man…completely changed. I felt unable to recognize him…the passion, the pleasure…all so new…it felt almost frightening…like a game that i knew i’ll never win…but the ecstasy i was experiencing was much more then a game…

And i wonder how did i manage to transform my life into a game…was it the search for the perfect romance that brought me here? Was it my obsession for a man that couldn’t give his heart to me? Or just…me being afraid of the loneliness…and trying to go back in time to recover my hope and my dreams…

-Are you ok, baby? You’re so quiet…i hope you’re not having second thoughts about us…

-Are we back together, Matt? i asked him, hating my insecurity…

-Of course, silly…what did you thought? But i need to be sure…because if you’re playing again…

-Never again…i’ll never do what i did before…i’m sure about that.

He kissed me and looked deep into my eyes…like he was trying to see my soul…

And being happy was so strange to me…If this is a game, i really don’t wanna win…not if it means that someone  has to lose…

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