Desperately Seeking Steven

The first time I saw him I fell in love with him. He was a little over 6′ with blonde hair and blue eyes. He wore glasses, the ones like old men wear to read their morning papers. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, not for the style, but because he couldn’t afford much more than that. I looked down at what I was wearing, a long black dress, a dark cross around my neck, and black shoes, and I laughed to myself. The shoes alone probably cost more than his entire outfit.

I followed him into a small bookstore and I watched him from behind a book I was pretending to read. He grabbed a paperback book from a shelf and stuck into his back pocket when he thought that no one was watching him. He walked towards the door and smiled politely at the shopkeeper. I wanted to pay for the book he had stolen, but I was afraid if I stayed behind that I would lose him. I ran quickly from the store and scanned the busy street for a sign of him. I gave up hope and walked home.When I reached my house he was sitting on a small bench on the porch. He looked up as I climbed the short steps to the front door and he stood. The paperback he had stolen was sitting on the bench along with my wallet. I was shocked. I didn’t know how he gotten the wallet from me.He laughed when he saw the shock on my face. He had taken my wallet as soon as I stepped out of the bookstore. When he gave it back to me I searched it to make sure everything was there and he laughed at me again. I asked him what was so funny, but he said nothing. He just looked at me with his cold blue eyes and I searched his face. He had tiny scars near his right eye and I felt compelled to kiss them, so I did. He didn’t pull away from me and I didn’t stop raining kisses over his face.Finally his lips found mine and I felt his tongue graze mine. I had never been kissed so sweetly before and I didn’t want it to end. He whispered something into my ear, but I didn’t hear what he said. The blood was rushing to my face and I could hear my heart beat in my ears. I clung to him then. I held him close to me and I breathed him in.I told him that I loved him and he pushed me away. I fell in a small heap on the porch and he looked me over and ran. I saw him run down the street, but I didn’t follow him this time. I let him go. I looked towards the bench where he was sitting and saw the paperback book he had stolen from the bookstore. I reached for the book and opened the front cover. Inside was written the name Steven. I haven’t seen him since, but I still think about him, about the kiss we shared. I don’t even know if his name is Steven, but I like to think that it is.

By ChaosFairie

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