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| MEMORIES AT CONEY ISLAND |
I knew from the moment I saw him he was the one. We had
met each other at a midnight softball game under a crescent
moon. His beady olive eyes were dreamy and his skin golden
bronze from the mid-August sun. I can remember that day as if
it were yesterday, him standing by the dugout clad in black
sweat shorts with a white golf shirt. John was my dream come
true...my Stallion waiting to be tamed.
When he asked me to meet him, I didn’t know what to
expect. He left me an email with explicit details asking me to
meet him at the parachute ride at Steeplechase in Coney Island
at ten o’clock. It was a Thursday night, the stars where
sparkling, the sky was red and it was hot.
By the time I arrived, it was almost five to ten. I was clad in a
white cotton skirt with matching white shirt complementing my
suntan and black hair. I will never forget the look on his face
when he watched me approaching him. Later on, I had found
out that he had the same butterflies in his stomach as did I. I
couldn’t figure out why I was so nervous. We had been
together for over five years, and every time we were together,
it felt like the first time. Our kisses always had the same effect,
leaving us speechless and our libido on fire.
There was something about that night which was magical.
The waves crashed along the shoreline and the air was filled
with the smell of saltwater and cotton candy. The crowd began
dwindling and the sound of the arcade grew louder. When I
reached him, he extended his arms out and I fell into his
embrace.
It had been close to a week since I last saw him. I was almost
getting the distinct impression that he was purposely trying to
avoid me. That’s why when he asked me to meet him, the
depression lifted and I was dressed to kill. John’s eyes were
sparkling from the reflection of the moon, drawing me closer to
him.
“What do you say we take a walk along the shoreline?” John
asked kissing my lips.
“I’d like that,” I nervously replied feeling my libido rising.
I took his hand and we walked down the wooden ramp to the
sand. It was a struggle walking down to ocean, but was worth
it, for when we reached steady ground, John took me in his
arms and kissed me softly, yet passionately.
When we parted, he pointed to the parachute ride. “I
remember the story you told me about your childhood
memories of sitting on the beach parallel with the ride.”
“Ah...you listened when I told you.”
“I always listen to what you say,” he smiled. “Every time you
tell me the story, your mood changes and your face lights up.”
“Yeah. Coney Island is magical and full of memories which will
last a lifetime.”
“And that’s the reason why I have brought you here. I want
those memories to be engraved in your mind forever…being
passed on to your children and grandchildren.”
“Every time I’m with you, we make history and memories that
will be forever etched in my heart.”
“Do you have any idea why I asked you to meet me here
today?” he asked pushing my bangs out of my eyes.
“Not at all. It’s been a rough week for me. I just got the
distinct impression that you’ve been avoiding me.”
“Yes I have because I wanted you to think...wonder what was
going on and what was on my mind,” John explained.
“But why?”
“Look around you. This is the first time I have ever been here,
yet I feel as if I have been here before. You have been a vital
part of my life and what better place,” he began getting down
on one knee, “for me to ask you,” he continued taking a velvet
box out of his pants, “will you marry me?”
He opened the velvet box and I stared at a gorgeous round
diamond ring. Taking it out of the box, he slid it on my finger.
There was no hesitation. “Yes!” I wrapped my arms around
his neck and our lips locked.
We both turned around when in the distance fireworks started
going off along the Staten Island shoreline. My night, my life
was complete.
met each other at a midnight softball game under a crescent
moon. His beady olive eyes were dreamy and his skin golden
bronze from the mid-August sun. I can remember that day as if
it were yesterday, him standing by the dugout clad in black
sweat shorts with a white golf shirt. John was my dream come
true...my Stallion waiting to be tamed.
When he asked me to meet him, I didn’t know what to
expect. He left me an email with explicit details asking me to
meet him at the parachute ride at Steeplechase in Coney Island
at ten o’clock. It was a Thursday night, the stars where
sparkling, the sky was red and it was hot.
By the time I arrived, it was almost five to ten. I was clad in a
white cotton skirt with matching white shirt complementing my
suntan and black hair. I will never forget the look on his face
when he watched me approaching him. Later on, I had found
out that he had the same butterflies in his stomach as did I. I
couldn’t figure out why I was so nervous. We had been
together for over five years, and every time we were together,
it felt like the first time. Our kisses always had the same effect,
leaving us speechless and our libido on fire.
There was something about that night which was magical.
The waves crashed along the shoreline and the air was filled
with the smell of saltwater and cotton candy. The crowd began
dwindling and the sound of the arcade grew louder. When I
reached him, he extended his arms out and I fell into his
embrace.
It had been close to a week since I last saw him. I was almost
getting the distinct impression that he was purposely trying to
avoid me. That’s why when he asked me to meet him, the
depression lifted and I was dressed to kill. John’s eyes were
sparkling from the reflection of the moon, drawing me closer to
him.
“What do you say we take a walk along the shoreline?” John
asked kissing my lips.
“I’d like that,” I nervously replied feeling my libido rising.
I took his hand and we walked down the wooden ramp to the
sand. It was a struggle walking down to ocean, but was worth
it, for when we reached steady ground, John took me in his
arms and kissed me softly, yet passionately.
When we parted, he pointed to the parachute ride. “I
remember the story you told me about your childhood
memories of sitting on the beach parallel with the ride.”
“Ah...you listened when I told you.”
“I always listen to what you say,” he smiled. “Every time you
tell me the story, your mood changes and your face lights up.”
“Yeah. Coney Island is magical and full of memories which will
last a lifetime.”
“And that’s the reason why I have brought you here. I want
those memories to be engraved in your mind forever…being
passed on to your children and grandchildren.”
“Every time I’m with you, we make history and memories that
will be forever etched in my heart.”
“Do you have any idea why I asked you to meet me here
today?” he asked pushing my bangs out of my eyes.
“Not at all. It’s been a rough week for me. I just got the
distinct impression that you’ve been avoiding me.”
“Yes I have because I wanted you to think...wonder what was
going on and what was on my mind,” John explained.
“But why?”
“Look around you. This is the first time I have ever been here,
yet I feel as if I have been here before. You have been a vital
part of my life and what better place,” he began getting down
on one knee, “for me to ask you,” he continued taking a velvet
box out of his pants, “will you marry me?”
He opened the velvet box and I stared at a gorgeous round
diamond ring. Taking it out of the box, he slid it on my finger.
There was no hesitation. “Yes!” I wrapped my arms around
his neck and our lips locked.
We both turned around when in the distance fireworks started
going off along the Staten Island shoreline. My night, my life
was complete.
UPDATED JANUARY 21, 2008