You know that she’s watching. She’s laughing, she’s turning, she’s holding her tonic like a crux. The room suddenly spinning, she walks up and asks how you are so you can smell her perfume, you can see her lying naked in your arms.
He should have known she wouldn’t have stuck up with his nonsense. He did know, he had been warned. She had told him numerous times but he had learned a false and misleading lesson from his previous experiences that whenever you mess up, they always comes right back.
Soon reality, cold and heartless, began to set in. The good ones might stick around and beg for another go, the great ones forgive on rare occasion and ask to carry on but the best ones? They waste no time in realizing they deserved more than the shit you dished out.
Tina was the best one. The reddest, more delectable apple on the tree and he let her fall, hard and fast onto the ground and he didn’t bother to catch her as she fell to pick her up from the ground. He was too busy staring at the rotting apples still clinging onto the tree’s branches.
Mike had picked her up when Finn realized he had made a mistake and now she was happy, on the outside she was happy but they were both breaking because she still wanted him, she still needed him but she knew she deserved better. So she settled for the best, the best being the man she danced with, as the one she loved, the one she truly loved, stared right back at them, close to tears.
But she couldn’t take a chance falling and getting hurt again even though his hands felt more comfortable resting on any inch of her skin than Mike’s did.
And he wasn’t daring enough to go after what he wanted most because she was safer out of his arms, she was safer without his kisses and toxic, idiotic boy brain.
And so there’s a change in your emotions and all of these memories come rushing like feral waves to your mind. Of the curl of your bodies, like two perfect circles entwined. And you feel hopeless, and homeless and lost in the haze of the wine.