That Perfect Night
We were sitting by the cocktail bar waiting for an open table. It must have been the music that set the mood. With live jazz playing, the siren voice of the lead singer filling our ears with auditory delight, the moment was perfect, beseeching for us to hook up that night. Woman, you looked radiant that night. Your eyes burned into mine. The feel of your silky hands on mine set me a fire inside. That beautiful and glowing smile of yours, that infectious smile showing a set of small pearly whites, that beaming smile drove me to the kiss. The seams of friendship were torn as we touched lips. So much hidden passion was behind that one kiss. That kiss, which before would have been taboo, couldn’t have lasted long, however, it permeated through time and endured for much longer. I longed for you for many months, and that night, that time, with that kiss, the yearning was well worth the wait. However, like many good things in life, that blissful kiss came at too high a price, and eventually doomed our friendship. I surrendered to you that night. We made no mistakes and no regrets yet from that night onwards things spiraled downwards. We used to be great friends but now… now I don’t even want to see you. Not because of spite or hatred or disdain for what transpired from the kiss, but because I don’t want to destroy that image of you that night. That perfect night.
-Malcom Benites
based off entry from sketchbook ‘99
