'If only I had more time/I'd take you where you wanted to go'
Shannon Barry
Issue date: 9/14/06 Section: Opinion
Not even movies could make her happy anymore. He remembered the first week they spent together.
They did nothing but watch movies.
"Amelie," "Donnie Darko," "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind." Her zest for life was intoxicating yet exhausting at the same time.
As they lay in bed together, her in her monkey pajama pants and him in his blue plaid pants, she pulled his arm tighter around her, looked back at him and smiled.
He admitted he wasn't the most interesting person. He lived a simple life: bills, work and family. He had to be honest.
She was the most interesting aspect in his life. It wasn't a bad thing, but a constant he realized he had begun to take advantage of.
But those few moments they had to spend together; that breath of fresh air he so often needed in such a chaotic world often came too late for her.
He lay with her on the grass, her head resting on his right shoulder.
"Do you ever wonder where you'll be 20 years from now? If you'll still have this image, these moments, captured in your memory?"
She sat up, right fist resting on her shoulder, squinting her eyes from the sun.
The clock at the tower chimed and chimed and chimed … as she became enraptured in her own thoughts.
"I've never really given it that much thought," Sean replied, running his hands along the grass.
She stood up instantly, shaking her arms and hands along the way.
It was moments like these that he missed the most.
"I feel like I'm crawling out of my skin. Let's go somewhere."
As he lay still on the grass, he had begun to wonder what brought them together in the first place. Here she was: spontaneous, compassionate, lively. He didn't know if she would ever begin to understand the simplicity of the person he was.
"But I love every moment we spend together, even these ones."
He lifted his arm, slowly moving it and motioning for her to come down, as she walked away.
They did nothing but watch movies.
"Amelie," "Donnie Darko," "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind." Her zest for life was intoxicating yet exhausting at the same time.
As they lay in bed together, her in her monkey pajama pants and him in his blue plaid pants, she pulled his arm tighter around her, looked back at him and smiled.
He admitted he wasn't the most interesting person. He lived a simple life: bills, work and family. He had to be honest.
She was the most interesting aspect in his life. It wasn't a bad thing, but a constant he realized he had begun to take advantage of.
But those few moments they had to spend together; that breath of fresh air he so often needed in such a chaotic world often came too late for her.
He lay with her on the grass, her head resting on his right shoulder.
"Do you ever wonder where you'll be 20 years from now? If you'll still have this image, these moments, captured in your memory?"
She sat up, right fist resting on her shoulder, squinting her eyes from the sun.
The clock at the tower chimed and chimed and chimed … as she became enraptured in her own thoughts.
"I've never really given it that much thought," Sean replied, running his hands along the grass.
She stood up instantly, shaking her arms and hands along the way.
It was moments like these that he missed the most.
"I feel like I'm crawling out of my skin. Let's go somewhere."
As he lay still on the grass, he had begun to wonder what brought them together in the first place. Here she was: spontaneous, compassionate, lively. He didn't know if she would ever begin to understand the simplicity of the person he was.
"But I love every moment we spend together, even these ones."
He lifted his arm, slowly moving it and motioning for her to come down, as she walked away.
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