Unfinished Ending

This is a story of a man and a woman. It does not have a happy ending. It ends, as so many other stories, in the abrupt goodbye of two people who are perfect for each other in all accounts, but can’t be together because they live in different parts of the world.

Once upon a time, a young woman met a young men. She is not one of those helpless women who desperately needs a man to be happy, on the contrary, she is very content in being alone. He is not your usual young man. He’s been through some difficult relationships and he’s fought his way back to where he is. They met on a very special setting, a neutral setting, one might say. They were both on holiday with friends. That’s where they met.

She didn’t find him all that interesting, at first. She thought he was one of those regular boys. One night stand boys. One of those boys that fucks every girl they see, without even kissing them goodbye, when they call for a cab, at 3am. He thought she was an obnoxious bitch. Someone who thought they could get away with anything. They didn’t talk for a while. In fact, she was talking with one of his friends when he realized she was interesting, and worth getting to know.

He injected himself in the conversation. He learned about her. He found himself listening to her and ignoring girls who were throwing themselves at him. At everyone, really. When his friend went to get a drink, they started talking, just the two of them. It made sense. They completed each other. They liked the same things and wanted the same things. He kissed her. He kissed her the way she needed to be kissed. The way she wanted to be kissed. She kissed him back. She kissed him with all of her heart. She gave him everything he wanted. Everything he could ever need. Everything she had.

They spent the night together. Not in the biblical sense. They went to his hotel room and talked. Just talked and kissed and hugged and talked some more until 7am. The sun was rising and love was on the horizon when they finally drifted off in each other’s arms. There was no calling a cab at 3am, or slipping off in the midst of darkness. They slept until they both woke up, naturally. They got up and got dressed. They had discussed spending the day together, but because he was going home that night, she thought it would be too hard, so they said their goodbyes… they kissed. The longest and deepest kiss they ever shared. Their last kiss. She went away and he went back. They never saw each other again. They never talked again. In the air between them, stayed the promise she made him, the promise he made her do, seconds before turning away:

                “Remember me.”

                “I will.”