Temporary Escape

There they were. The wind was blowing. The birds were chirping. You know. The typical Hollywood movie dream where the guy gets the girl and they live happily ever after in the house with the white picket fence. There were no fences. There was no house. The guy had the girl but only temporarily. Just them with each other. They knew what was going on. They knew what they were up against. Was there a care in the world? Not at the moments that were floating by. The laughs. The giggles. The touches. The kisses. The times of pleasure. The moments of intimacy. The smiles. The down time. The loudness. The quiet. All  the both of them were thinking about. Everything being a mystery in the other's mind. One running from the harsh reality that was to be had when she leaves. The other having to face the difficulty of her life once he was gone. Neither thinking about these things while they were around the other and trying not to speak on it as they were basking in each other's warmth. The love that could come from this. The heartache that could result from what could never be. The joy of knowing that they could be there for each other. The sadness of knowing that there are walls that are made of brick that they have both built because of what is really going on in the world. She belonging to one that she cant have. He belonging to the commitment to himself. The knowledge that they both possess about the other is enough to build the other up or bring each other down. Destruction is something neither one of them wants but cant seem to shake. Its time. They have to come out of hiding in order for them to get back to their lives. His life of chasing a must wanted dream. Her life of hectic confusion. As the ride goes on, thoughts run through the back of both minds. What if? Could it ever be? Will it ever last? How can I do it? Will it work? Is that right? Her questions pertaining to the trials of her life. His questions pertaining to the tribulations of his life. Both having a care and concern for the other. The conversation would come later in the form of jokes and sarcasm, but it will be all too real. They both realize that its over, and their time together is done. She is reluctant to let go but knows she has to, wondering about what he is really feeling inside. He is just looking at her with the intention to read her thoughts and analyze her emotions. The talk is casual. The movement is playful but normal for the both of them. Time to say goodbye. Time to let go and break that shell that has been there for their removal from the real. Everything comes to a halt. Everything moves in slow motion. Everything slows down but moves fast enough to keep them both going. They share a hug. They giggle for a moment. And then it happens. She walks away. He leaves. They separate. Its really a done deal but they will see each other again. He knows it. She loves it. The break from each other could be much needed or could be harmful. Only time will tell. She knows she will hear from him soon. He knows that he will speak to her later. There is nothing lost but beautiful memories are gained. He knows she is smiling. She knows he is thinking. As she talks about these moments, she relives them over and over again. The greatness. The wonder. The imagination. Everything that lacked about what really happened, and everything that is so full about what is not. She lays in her bed. She closes her eyes. Her phone rings. The reality of it all sets back in...all she can do is say hello...