That Rainy Night,when Love came Knocking on my Door!

I was downstairs in the kitchen,sipping wine and laying the pink chops down into sizzling butter,when there was a hard rap on the window of the back door.

I looked at the clock.Eleven on the dot.

I was little surprised at,who could it be at this late hour and plus it had been raining heavily all evening.

Walking past the hallway,I looked into the mirror and dabbing the sweat from my forehead with the sleeve,then crossed to the door.
I took deep,deep breath and slipped open the dead bolt.

'Hi, Cristina'

I stood there for a moment and butterflies swirling in my stomach surged,changed formation.I couldn't believe my eyes.It was him!

'The rain in quite warming for somebody who's soaking wet,right?'

'Oh! I'm sorry,please come in!'

And then he stepped in.

His tapered six-two frame seemed to fill the room.In the candlelight,I could see that his dark hair was freshly cut,the color of wet white sand where it was shaved close to his skull.

Wind roared in,and the scent of him,cologne and rain,hit me head-on.

Closing the door behind,I ran up and tossed him a towel.He stood on the bathroom threshold,just staring at me.Like I was still beautiful or something.

Just to change that intense mood,and the fear of facing his gaze.I exclaimed,'You might be hungry,right?' turning away from his direction.

I started cleaning up the kitchen top as swiftly and with brisk movement.I dint know what was it that actually went on inside my head,when suddenly a cold hand pressed on my shoulder.

I quickly turned and it was his blue eyes,staring back at me.I felt a sudden nervousness inside me and in the process I spilled the wine onto the floor.

Keith was on his knees,wiping up.I took a breath reached out,and brushed my hand over his head.'You're sweet,'I whispered.

He stood up and held my face in his hands.'No,you're the one who's sweet.And you're the most beautiful woman I know,Cristina.Kiss me.Please.'

For the better part of an hour,we kissed and caressed and fondled,my breath and heart rate accelerating in dangerous increments with each button release every tug of my clothes.When he eventually pulled up my shirt and pressed his face to my stomach,I almost bit through my lower lip.

The living room was warm with the fire and our hard breathing.Somewhere I enjoyed being desired like that.Then he popped the top button of my jeans,from my throat came a sound that wasn't even close to human.I was in the danger of passing out,and yet loving it.

He kissed every flesh of my body,we clinched,straining against each other,desperate for breath.I had been needing this for so long,especially the touches,the caresses,maybe just the Love.

I wanted to resist,but I felt helpless.I was like the damsel in distress desperately waiting for the prince to rescue.

How I missed being with him,and now that he was here,though it was wrong,yet it seemed just so perfectly right.

He rolled his finger between the gaps of my finger,pulled me close to him as if he wasn't getting enough of me.I felt like that fallen leaf swayed by the wind and let him takeover all of me.

How we actually ended up in the bed,I cant quite remember.Somewhere near the end,I recall,lightening struck so close in the backyard that the window rattled in its frame in time to the headboard.

Maybe God was trying to tell me something.Suppose like warn me.

But I don't think we could have stopped if the roof of the house had been ripped away.

Afterwards I lay there,shuddering,sweat covering my cheeks and neck,my lungs stinging.The wind howled against the windowpane as Keith rolled his searing body off mine.
He spooned in beside me,resting his chin on my shoulder.Its was almost silent except the sound of rain and our regaining breath,as we cuddled in the dark,all I could think about  was the past.

It all had begun during college days.I had fallen sick and there was no one to look after me at the campus.It was then,when he took me to the hospital and stayed at my bedside.Till then he was just a friend,but that day when he walked through the doorway of my hospital room with our breakfast of milkshakes and magazine,I realized how cute he was,how deep blue his eyes were,and that he had fantastic dimples and a killer smile.



And since then it was all about Dimples and milkshakes,sometimes coffee,and my heart.

Love promises,holding hand and walking in the beach,sharing a sunset together was part of our lives,then.

And as we know college gets over and one fine morning the outside world slaps you hard enough (like an angry mother and pulls the kid back to his house and get him grounded and forbids him to play,and he realizes that studies is all he has left to do inside his room,his world) and you realize to live,you have to work.

Keith's parents never really liked me,and weren't supportive of our relationship.Moreover we were young and we dint even know if the love between us was real and true and ever lasting.

He moved out of town with his parents and I stayed there.We weren't in touch after that.
Its was after many years and after two unsuccessful relationships that I realized that I loved him truly.But wasn't sure of him feeling the same way,so it was better to keep it to myself.

It was one Summer,after that when I suddenly came across him at New York.I was there to attend a college friend's wedding who happened to be his friend too,and that's where we met.

We talked and he told me that he was married,and that he wasn't happy.How he wished,if he could change things.And I let him know that I still lived there and that I was single.Maybe I sort of wanted to leave behind a hint,so that he could pick those crumbs of bread that would lead him to me!

Thoughts filled my head as he finger combed my hair.Even in the dark,he seemed so beautiful.
I closed my eyes and slept.

When I woke up the next morning,I turned to see Keith,but he wasn't there.I rolled over wrapping the cream silk around my naked body and walked to the bathroom door.It was ajar and no one was inside.I walked past every room calling out but no response.

Suddenly something caught my eyes,a white envelope on the table.I quickly  tore it open and read:

Cristina,I would be long gone when you'll read this letter.I wont give any reason nor justify.Last night was the best night of my life.You are the most amazing person,I know.
And I love you.
Goodbye!

Love,
Keith

And a dead rose fell onto the carpet.I picked it up as tears rolled down my cheeks.I simply got back into the bed cuddled a pillow and laid there reading the letter over and over again innumerable times.

That evening I drank vodka,and thoughts of him filled my head.

Last night when Keith looked at me,I opened the door,as if inviting a thief;but when he left,he took nothing from me,on the contrary,he left behind him the scent of rose-he wasn't a thief,he was a bride-groom visiting me.

And when I had nothing to lose,I had everything.When I stopped being who I am,I found  myself.