Monday, April 24, 2006

The Prince of Ten

They reached an agreement over fifth-date-coffee; they would separate before the magic faded - while there was still some passion left in the relationship. They would separate in two years.

At six months they found a house they both loved and signed a one and a half year lease. They lived together happily enjoying each others company. They lived together passionately enjoying each other physically.

They had been together 22 months when a letter arrived from the estate agent reminding them that their lease was due to expire. After the letter things got a bit awkward; tensions were high and they would argue for no good reason.

The day arrived. He closed the lid of his suitcase and pushed the latches shut. Click. Click.

He reached across the bed to shake her hand. She placed her hand in his. A familiar hand. A soft and strong hand. A hand that had touched and caressed him.

Her eyes were red and he felt like he was about to cry too. This wasn't meant to be hard!

“Well,” he said to himself, “it’s better to have loved and lost than -”

Loved?

He was still holding her hand, still looking into her eyes when he said. “Listen, how do you feel about ten years?”
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