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Who Was He?
The Man I Can't Stop Loving
It was difficult for me to forget him. I haven’t seen him in a long time, but his voice, smile, and eyes will continue to dominate my thoughts. I promised myself that I would never try to reach out to him again since we both knew our lives were going in different directions. Do I dare call him to confess my feelings? Should I just continue to daydream about him in my mind?
There were so many things that weren’t said the last time I saw him. I will always wonder if I made the right decision of not telling him the truth about my feelings. I have struggled for a long time to forget him, but the big smile on his face the last time I saw him, will not leave my mind.
I am determined to get over him, but I don’t know where to begin. I had a dream that he was naked in my bed with me lying on his chest. He looked so peaceful as he slept holding me in his arm. It was no doubt in both our minds that we belonged together and would live happily ever after!
I was shocked to learn it wasn’t real, but just a dream. Now, I have to fight even harder to get over him since I can’t seem to escape my desires. What can I do to get him out of my head and dreams? Should I go out and meet someone else who can get my mind off of him?
The Man of My Dreams
When I least expected, a tall, handsome biracial man approached me at the grocery store. His teeth were perfect, but his eyes were mesmerizing. I was under his spell instantly, after he smiled and winked at me. My heart skipped a beat when he asked me my name. I open my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I immediately froze up as he stared at me with those gorgeous brown eyes. I was speechless for the very first time in my life. He could see that I was caught by surprised, so he gave me his business card and told me to call him. I finally was able to mumble the words, “I will” as he was walking away. I was embarrassed that I lost my voice when he was standing right in front of me. It took me three weeks, but I knew in my heart that I had to call him.
I put the inevitable call off to him for as long as I could, but my yearning to see him again was getting the best of me. I couldn’t believe my thoughts were only about him now. Was I finally over my first true love? Only time will tell as I get to know the man who has captivated my mind and heart.
During our first telephone conversation, he shared a lot about his life. I found out he was an only child who never been married, but he yearned to get marry and have children of his own. We talked for hours only to realize how much we had in common. He expressed his wish to get to know me better right after he asked me out to dinner. I was overwhelmed with joy because I couldn’t wait to see him again.
After we hung up, my mind began to wonder. Who is he? Are we a good match? Is he the one to finally make me forget the man I have loved way too long? There was something special about him and I couldn’t wait to find out. I knew it from day one when we met there was a strong connection and we both felt it.
During dinner, I experienced the urge to just touch him, but I couldn’t. My good girl’s image would be in jeopardy. The struggle of not acting on my impulses was extremely real. As I gazed into his eyes, I could tell that he was experiencing the same desires. We both were tap dancing around what was clearly happening between us. Once we had finished our desserts, we could no longer hide our craving to take a walk on the wild side.
As he walked me to my car, I didn’t hear a word he was saying because I was deep in thoughts of us making passionate love. When I finally stopped day dreaming, he politely gave me a peck on the cheek to say “good night”. I couldn’t resist, I kissed him passionately before jumping into my car and driving away in a hurry. I saw the stunned look on his face as I pulled off. I knew that kiss would make him call and ask me out again.
Was It Real or a Dream?
I imagine him being restless all night as our kiss played over and over in his mind. As he laid there in his birthday suit, his perfect physique was sweating profusely while having sexual thoughts about me. His five feet eleven inches’ muscular frame, alluring brown eyes, and charming smile was all I could see. This man had the right looks, height, and everything else that I want in a soulmate.
Just as things were getting hot and heavy, my alarm clock woke me up. I turned it off and laid back down all confused. What’s going on? Was it all a dream? Did I have one dream too many? Am I a serial day and night dreamer? Is my mind playing tricks on me? Did I really meet the man who made me, at last, forget my first love? I MUST figure out what is real and what is not. If I didn’t meet him, then I need to find him. He has to be out there somewhere waiting for me. It’s no doubt in my mind that he exists, but the one question remains, “Who Was He?”
© 2016 Mae Merriweather aka Boss Lady Mae