He Was a Forbidden Fruit, I Had to Have Him

I was staring out the library window after spending 2 hours practicing Calculus. And there he was, with his friend in a sea of restless students. Maybe it was his calm demeanor or my calculus ridden brain. But he sure did stand out.

Lost in a trance I examined his frame, his almond-shaped eyes his crooked teeth and how they seemed so perfect when he smiled. I watched how he took an apple brushed it on his denim shirt and bite into it. Suddenly I got this overwhelming sense of Deja’vu, he was the spitting image of the man of my dreams tall, dark and handsome.

For weeks I scoured campus hoping to see him again. Out of nowhere, he appears with my best friend who introduces me to him. Not knowing he was the mystery man I spoke of a week ago. It seemed far from coincidental almost comical. I bet Fate orchestrated this chance encounter or maybe God has a sense of humor.

Anyway, I knew he was trouble at hello.

The way his hand brushed mine, how it lingered longer than expected, and how he kept saying my name as though to store it in memory. I don’t remember the details of our conversation. I do remember feeling his gaze on me as I walked away.

I could have looked back but I figured my backside was working its magic.

Driven by testosterone and his need to pursue he searched for me online and sent me a Facebook message. I was excited, ecstatic rather. I couldn’t believe I had his attention without trying so hard.

He dedicated a song to me on my timeline for the world to see. I would never have imagined in a million years that my dream man would pick me. Does that even happen in real life?

My euphoria was short-lived when my best friend called urging me to stay away from him, “Please don’t mess things up for my sister she devoted 3 years of her life to him”. Listening to her tell me why I shouldn’t, couldn’t and wouldn’t be with him. It was evident she feared our lust would break her sister’s heart. Before she hung up she said, “She is his soul mate, and he always returns. I understood, yet all I could think about that night was him. Something about being forbidden made him more appealing.

I avoided him like the plaque, eager to make him a distant memory but like a drug he fought to keep his hook. The harder I pushed to break free the harder he pulled to keep me in, and he knew how to tug at my heartstrings.

The plan to separate us became the magnet that drew us closer. He got to enjoy the thrill of the chase and I enjoyed being pursued.

On occasion, I ignored his text messages but that butterfly feeling I would get when his name appeared on my screen made it hard. His play on words and my poetic nature sparked a flame within us that our attraction grew by the day even when we weren’t physically together.

I knew he wanted me, I wanted him too.

When he finally caught on to our one-sided game of hide and seek he probed on my avoidance. Oh! I was amazed when he said “Help me understand”, it felt like I mattered to him just as much as he did to me.

Reluctantly I told him of the dilemma with my best friend and her sister, he laughed it off assuring me their relationship was irretrievably broken. He was reluctant to go into specifics and I wasn’t curious enough to push least I find something that would make me question my intentions. I chalked it up to an ex who couldn’t let go of a prize –which was him of course.

When I finally saw him he oozed of sex appeal, that damn grin was hard to miss. Still playing hard to get I turned away pretending not to see him. He walked over and wrapped his arm around my waist. I fit so perfectly in his arms he was the yin to my yang. When I turned I had my hand on his chest I could feel his heart pounding, I raised my eyes his lips were coming closer to mine, I couldn’t wait I pushed up on my tiptoes. Our lips touched, he grabbed me hungrily taking me in as he waited so long. As we caught our breath, he whispered peaches. Never have I felt such a thing before, the feeling of pure want and raw desire. Lord knows after that day we had many more.

In public, he would gaze at me playfully and at night we would drown in passion. Not once had I thought of the prominent end but often I thought of my best friend and her sister. And wondered how feelings so innocent and genuine could hurt so many people.

The day it finally ended everything happened suddenly. He had a change of heart, as though woken from a dream. I wonder if Cupid drew him back to her- where he belonged. Today He made her his wife and a mother. I wish them well and I will hold onto the memory of what almost was.

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