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VINCENT
The memory of the kiss Chrissie and I shared at her home, after meeting at the mall, still makes my mind reel. The way her body moulded into mine. My hands around her waist, and I can still feel her soft lips moving against mine.
Although I know I should not, I arrange with Chrissie that George will collect her the following evening.
I choose George specifically because he does not have a girlfriend who might become suspicious, and because he is white. I go down to a secluded area on the beach and I carry the many brown paper bags filled with candles, from my car, making a few trips up and down the beach. I place the candles painstakingly in the shape of a heart around a blanket.
I sit down on the blanket and light the candles slowly, smiling relieved, thankful it is a windless night. I never thought of it before now.
When I see Chrissie and George walking toward me, I feel my heart elevate, and my lungs constrict, so I walk closer to her warily. I would not want her to think I am being overly romantic, but she smiles pleased and surprised.
George says goodbye and then I take her into my arms. I lift her higher until her face is level with mine and then I brush my lips softly over hers. She moans softly, which in turn makes me hold her even tighter to me.
Later we lie down on the blanket, the candles surrounding us, enveloping us in a warm glow of orange. We look up at the stars, past the stars and I wish there and then we could have been somewhere else.
When I am with her, we do not talk much, because what is there really to say besides enjoy the brief, stolen moments we are able to share with each other. We could not talk about our future together because we did not have one. I will always love her until I am old and grey, but I do not think I am brave enough to give up everything to be with her.
