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Lovers on the Bridge

Started by Joe Jones, September 17, 2015, 04:47:52 PM

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I can't cope any longer. From the moment I first wake up to my last conscious thoughts before I drop off into the dark, placid abyss of sleep, you are there. As hard as I tried, and continue trying, I cannot dislodge your presence, your voice, your soft, confident, sultry tone of voice, and your eyes, your deep, sparkling, beautiful blue eyes, from my tired old brain. I am sick of feeling like this – do you even know if I still exist? You could have forgotten all about me, you could be getting on with your life, maybe you've met someone and got married. Maybe you were already married. But my life is not the same without you. My life is not complete without you. My life is worthless without you.You used to pass me by every day on the way to work. You know, on the bridge. I remember how at first, you used to look down. Try to put on a stoic face. I smiled at you. I tried to make eye contact. From the moment our paths first crossed, I knew you were it. You were the one for me. I was the one for you. Soulmates. People always talk about soulmates. Usually people who rack up three or four of them as they exchange their vows time and time again at the altar. I didn't think there could be such a thing either. Partners have come and gone from my life, who claimed they loved me, and I thought I loved them. But the feeling wasn't there. You know, that feeling, when you just know. I had that with you. You were the one for me. You are the one for me. I knew you were just shy at first. Why else would you be looking down? But before long, you looked at me. You gazed deep into my eyes. You said hello. Oh, if only you knew how happy had you made me. Inside I was dancing and screaming at the top of my voice – you saw it too! I knew that was it. Every day, we had our little moment, where everything was just perfect. Your eyes gazing into mine. Your wry little smile. "Hello," you would say. And then it was me who looked down, said "hi" back. Even back then I struggled to cope, but in a good way. A beautiful, fulfilling way. It was an overwhelming feeling of joy that you would bring to me once a day, sometimes even twice if you finished early.And then, one day, you were just gone. That's it. You had gone away previously, for a week, sometimes two, and my heart would sink, but then there you were again, walking towards me, with your smile – what I would have given for you to just put your arms around me, look into my eyes, and put your lips on mine. You walked right past me. I knew this was the arrangement we had. You were my lover on the bridge. Well, my walk-on-by lover. My snapshot lover. But this was more than enough for me. The love was there. Just knowing that you were there again, the deep despair I had experienced the previous weeks just vanished into a puff of thin air, replaced by joy and delight. My life was complete when we shared those moments on the bridge. It's been a year now. One whole year. I've been signed off work because I could no longer cross that godforsaken bridge without remembering you and the moments we shared. It's driven me insane. I'm so hollow. There is a void in there that I cannot fill. And believe me, I have tried. I have tried drowning my sorrows, I have tried smoking out my sorrows, I have even tried... no, I cannot say it. The thought of me cheating on you breaks my heart. What if you are reading this? I could lose you if you knew just what I've tried to do in a bid to block out the emptiness... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I love you.I still long, dream, hope, and pray for you to pass by again. I've even been worrying that you'd be back and that, by me being off work, would be missing you. I could not forgive myself for that. But it's been a year that I haven't seen your face. Your eyes. Heard your voice. And felt that spark, that connection, that perfect moment of love that your presence brought to my mundane, empty, pathetic excuse of a life.Where are you? I miss you. Please come back.

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Chris

This reminds me of a story that was portrayed as a side story to a movie, basically borderline obsessive admirer, who didn\'t really know what \'love\' was. Interesting piece of fiction, certainly I want to label this \'Fifty Shades of Joe Jones\' and post it on PON but I won\'t. I wonder if we\'ll get any other writers emerge anytime soon also.

Keep \'em coming! There may be hope yet!  

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SpaceMonkey

It reads like a letter to me, or an ad in the paper looking for someone.  Maybe a blog post.  It\'s good prose, there are a few run on sentences but good grammar over all.I think you did a great job of conveying someone pouring their heart out on paper, but I wonder where else you would go with it after this part  or is this stand alone?I also looked after noticing that you wrote this in first person if you would stick with that and you did, good job staying in first person for the whole piece.  You also did a good job in speaking in past tense the whole time right until the end when you said \"Where are you? I miss you, please come back\" which is also good job  and a great way to end in present tense.  I feel reading it the whole time that I was trying to catch up to the present and you did well to bring it up to the present and then leave us there at the end.