|Anatomy of a Romance
Author: surfercharlie25 PM
A musical montage of the course of a relationship.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Romance - Words: 1,163 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 11-26-10 - id: 2868038
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Hey, all! Just so you all don't get confused, this story is structured sort of like Pulp Fiction, or even closer, 500 Days of Summer, in that it doesn't unfold in a chronological fashion. This is all about the same couple, but we'll be jumping around from happy times to sad times within chapters.
Second, every chapter is written around a song. Even though our story is set in modern times, most of the songs will be older. I just love the emotion that older love songs have and that's the way I want this relationship to feel. Just so you know. I don't own any of the songs featured here.
One more thing… the song in this chapter is Just my Imagination by the Temptations.
Each day through my window I watch her as she passes by.
I say to myself, "You're such a lucky guy."
To have a girl like her
is truly a dream come true.
Out of all of the fellas in the world
she belongs to you...
Tom held Sarah in his arms, caressing her back gently. He felt her flesh, smooth as silk, move under his fingers. He breathed in the sweet scent of her long, flowing blonde hair. He was locked in by her piercing blue eyes, addicted to the taste of her ruby-red lips. He let out a deep, contented sigh. He could hear the sounds of the city coming dimly from the urban sprawl below the overlook, but even more clear were the sounds of nature coming from just outside the car. He closed his eyes and let a wave of euphoria wash over him. He let his lips press against hers again…
But it was just my imagination
running away with me.
It was just my imagination
running away with me...
… and then Jimmy's voice intruded yet again. "Hey, Tom!"
Tom was confused for an instant, wondering what Jimmy was doing here, on a night like this, a night that he had dreamed of as long ago as when he was ten, when Sarah and her family had moved in across the street from his family.
Tom then got an unpleasant jolt of reality. Dream was a very apt word to use for this situation he had found himself in, for that was just what it was. It was just another concoction of his mind, something that was more pleasant than reality.
Slowly, the wall of sound that was a Friday-night football game came back to him, piece by piece. First, there was the cheering of the crowd, then the throbbing sound of the band, then the grunting and thumping emanating from the field. Slowly, the real world came into focus before Tom's eyes, and he didn't like it at all.
Tom looked at Jimmy, a bit dazed. "What?" he said.
Jimmy pointed somewhere to the right. "Isn't Janet Bassett looking fine tonight?" he said.
Tom cast a small glance in the general direction of Jimmy's finger. "Oh, yeah," he said as he swung his gaze back to the beauty sitting four rows down, directly in front of them. Janet was nice, but she wasn't a goddess like Sarah. If Sarah and Janet had been movie stars, Janet would be the Ava Gardner to Sarah's Grace Kelly. Ava was nice enough looking, but she definitely paled in comparison to Grace's radiant beauty, a beauty that seemed to come off in waves, lighting up a room just with its presence.
Tom sighed as her looked at her luscious platinum locks. The game seemed to float and ripple before his eyes, like one of those flashbacks in one of those old movies from the nineteen-forties. The scene seemed to fade slightly before his eyes, all except for Sarah…
Soon we'll be married..
and raise a family.
In a cozy, little home out in the country
with two children, maybe three.
I tell you, I can visualize it all.
This couldn't be a dream for too real it all seems.
… and he was sitting in his easy chair in their living room. He felt the green upholstery and the chair contour to his body. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth from the crackling fire wash over his body. He heard the radio playing softly, the notes floating from what he knew was the kitchen, coming in along with the delicious aromas of a feast boiling and bubbling and roasting.
He heard footsteps coming from the kitchen door. He heard them approach his chair and he felt a warm hand clasp his. He opened his eyes to look into her beautiful baby blues, gazing back into his, sparkling in the light. She smiled at him, dimples showing as she did so.
"Are you ready, darling?" she said, her voice creamy like a vanilla sundae, slipping from her tongue, with melodic tones like a symphony.
Tom nodded, unable to speak, dazzled by her beauty. He got up and walked, arm in arm with Sarah, to the threshold of the kitchen. As he stepped through…
Every night, on my knees I pray,
"Dear Lord, hear my plea...
don't ever let another take her love from me
or I will surely die.."
Ooh, her love is heavenly;
when her arms enfold me,
I hear a tender rhapsody...
but in reality, she doesn't even know me
… he was sucked into a pit of blackness and deposited back into his body at the football game again. He looked at Jimmy, who was still staring at Janet, his jaw slack. All he needed was a little drool dripping from the side of his mouth and he would be the classic drooling love-slave. Tom didn't think he was that dumb, to stare at a girl in that way, but he was bitten just as hard, if not harder. He went about it with a little more class, though, mostly reserving his affections for late-night preyers and his daydreams. Of course, he did write love poems like Jimmy, but girls liked poetry, especially Sarah. In fact, when Tom had learned that she had a particular affection for Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and Walt Whitman, his poetry suddenly became infused with their styles.
Of course, it wasn't like she would ever read them. He could never tell her how he felt, never, for he knew that she wouldn't return the feeling. He didn't know how he knew, but it was just a fact, as written in stone as a law of the universe. It never would happen, and it never could. However, he could always dream, and that would have to be good enough.
Just my imagination -- once again --
running away with me.
Tell you it was just my imagination
running away with me.
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