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Holden stares ahead. Then he swerves the wheel to the right. The car pulls to the side of the road.

The rain is a bit heavier now.

Holden throws the car into park

ALYSSA
Why are we stopping?

HOLDEN
Because I can't take it.

ALYSSA
Can't take what?

HOLDEN
I love you.

ALYSSA(beat)
You love me.

HOLDEN
I love you. And not in a friendly way, although I think we're
great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog
way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. And it's
not because you're unattainable. I love you. Very simple, very
truly. You're the epitome of every attribute and quality I've
ever looked for in another person. I know you think of me as
just a friend and crossing that line is the furthest thing from
an option you'd ever consider. But I can't do this any longer.
I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't
look into your eyes without feeling that longing you only read
about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without
wanting to express my love for everything you are. I know this
will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had
to say it, because I've never felt this before, and I like who I
am because of it. And if bringing it to light means we can't
hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But I couldn't allow another
day to go by without getting it out there, regardless of the
outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable
shoot-down. And I'll accept that. But I know some part of you is
hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation,
that means you feel something too. All I ask is that you not
suppress that - at least for ten minutes - and try to dwell in it
before you dismiss it. There isn't another soul on this fucking
planet who's ever made me the person I am when I'm with you, and I
would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next
plateau. Because it's there between you and me. You can't deny
that. And even if we never speak again after tonight, please know
that I'm forever changed because of you and what you've meant to me,
which - while I do appreciate it - I'd never need a painting of
birds bought at a diner to remind me of.

Holden stares at Alyssa. She stares back. Then she gets out of
the car.

HOLDEN
Was it something I said?

Holden gets out of the car. It's raining pretty hard now. Alyssa's
hitching up the road. Holden reaches her.

HOLDEN
What are you doing?

ALYSSA
Get back in the car and get out of here.

HOLDEN
You're going to hitch to New York?

ALYSSA
Y'ep.

HOLDEN
Aren't you at least going to comment?

ALYSSA
Here's my comment, fuck you.

HOLDEN
Why?

ALYSSA
That was so unfair. You know how unfair that was.

HOLDEN
It's unfair that I'm in love with you?

ALYSSA
No, it's unfortunate that you're in love with me. It's unfair that
you felt the fucking need to unburden your soul about it. Do you
remember for a fucking second who I am?

HOLDEN
So? People change.

ALYSSA
Oh, it's that simple? You fall in love with me and want a romantic
relationship, nothing changes for you with the exception of feeling
hunky-dorey all the time. But what about me? It's not that simple,
is it? I can't just get into a relationship with you without
throwing my whole fucking world into upheaval!
HOLDEN
But that's every relationship! There's always going to be a period
of adjustment.

ALYSSA
Period of adjustment?!? (hitting him)
THERE'S NO 'PERIOD OF ADJUSTMENT' HOLDEN! I'M FUCKING GAY! THAT'S
WHO I AM! AND YOU ASSUME I CAN TURN THAT AROUND JUST BECAUSE YOU'VE
GOT A CRUSH?!?

HOLDEN
If this is a crush... then I don't know if I could take the real
thing if it ever happens.

She looks at him, rain drenching the pair. She shakes her head
ruefully.

ALYSSA
Go home, Holden.

She walks away. Holden stands there, at a loss. Then he turns and
heads back to his car. As he reaches the door and turns to look back
at her, Alyssa pounces on him, grabs his face and locks lips with him,
big time. He drops his keys and embraces her.

And there they stand, by the side of the road, drenched kissing.

Pohotan ugriz....mordizco

13.12.2004., ponedjeljak

"Tihi krik". Uoči tog petka te zovem...

bojim se... zasto sam mu dopustila da sve skupa ode tako daleko...? Prošlo je više od dva tjedna otkad sam ga posjetila onog ludog petka... Naravno, o tome još nisam pisala a ni sada, dok tipkam po ovim slovima ispred sebe, nisam sigurna je li pametno upustiti se u opisivanje toga dana...

No ne mogu to vise drzati u sebi. Morat vristati! Moram vam svima reci sto mi je na dusi. Prica je isla otprilike ovako....

Nedostajao mi je. Iako sam znala da cu ga vidjeti prije ili kasnije, nisam vise mogla cekati. Onaj stari val zelje i ljubavi me obavio i morala sam biti uz njega tog dana. Ni trenutka kasnije.

Dogovorili smo se da cemo gledati Footloose, jer smo oboje zakljucili da se takav antologijski film ne smije propustiti, ni trenutka dulje. I dok je film trajao, glazba je svirala. Note su mi prolazile kroz glavu, ali zapravo jedino sto sam mogla istinski cuti bilo je kucanje njegovog srca. Priblizila sam se neprimjetno kako bi zvuk postao jos jaci, no ipak sam znala da je nesto drukcije. Ovaj put ga necu drzati u svom okrilju, to je jedino sto sam mislila.

I dalje je disao ritmom drhtaja sa zvucnika. Ako sam se usredotocila, mogla sam usporeno promatrati njegove izdisaje i uzdisaje, koji su se izmjenjivali poput valova. Gore... dolje... gore... dolje... Ima li ljepseg zvuka na svijetu od njegovog daha?

No nista nije ucinio. Nije se priblizio taj put. Bojala sam se da se udaljava od mene, da ga opet neka druga meni otima, da je opet poklonio svoj poljubac nekoj prolaznoj zelji, nekome tko ga ne vidi.

Mozda sam bila u pravu. Nakon filma pozurio je kuci, no nije imao razloga za to. Isao je odmoriti se... Opet ga je izmucio fax, a ja sam se toliko bojala da ce me napustiti.

Ulovio me trenutak ludila. Kao da je nesto uslo pod moju kozu, zavrnulo mi vratom.

I have loved to the point of madness;
That which is called madness,
That which to me,
Is the only sensible way to love.

~ by F. Sagan ~


Nazula sam svoje posljednje cipelice, plavo-crne balerinke koje sam kupila usprkos tvrdnji da nikada necu obuci balerinke... Ništa mi nije bilo bitno. Izjurila sam iz stana kao bijesna životinja. Svjetla su još uvijek gorjela, vrata su bila otvorena svim demonima ovog svijeta. Ali nije me bilo briga. Ni najmanje. U trenutku sam bila na ulici, još uvijek mokroj od kiše što je padala prošle noći. Opet su mi u glavi zujali svi automobili na prokletim asfaltnim ulicama, na ovoj ludoj maximi koja se udvara mom stanu... Ljudi su me cudno gledali, a zasto i ne bi? Bilo je ciča, a ja sam kao dijete jurcala od jedne tramvajske stanice do druge, tražeći ga... Nadajući se da će biti tamo... Iako nisam znala kako sam namjeravala provesti svoj plan.

Bilo je prekasno. Otisao je. Moj babyboy je ponovo odjurio u maglu plavog grada. Nee, nisam mogla, nee, ali ucinila sam to. Nabacila sam na sebe prvo što sam našla, zgrabila kljuceve i pobjegla ponovo. Mama se trebala vratiti za nekoliko minuta, sati... nisam ni znala snaći se u vremenu. Ono je blijedilo... Bilo je potpuno sporedno.

Prije nego sam mogla postati svjesna u sto se upustam, nasla sam se pred njegovim vratima. Naletila sam na njega u busu koji me vozio do toga praga, i premda me iznenadjeno pogledao, nisam se dala smesti. Osjećala sam se kao žena na misiji, i moj cilj je bio jasan kao staklo. Po prvi put sam progledala i moja snaga je pocivala u mom srcu. Ono nije bilo ispunjeno samo strahom. Morala sam prezivjeti- to je bio jedini nacin. Vratiti se k njemu te noci... Prije nego izgubim hrabrost.

Dok smo prilazili njegovom pragu, tresla sam se i drhtanje je postajalo sve jace. Priznajem, bojala se jesam, no samo da ne primjeti moj slabi duh. Samo da ne shvati koliko se tresem unutra.

BBjeva kuca je jedna od kuca u nizu. Ta cinjenica mi je u tom trenutku dala utjehu. Osjećala sam se kao u starom crno-bijelom, izlizanom ali ipak vrijednom americkom filmu. Njegova majka je tek nedavno posadila crvene ruze na ulazu, a boja sa zidova koje smo bojili ovog vruceg ljeta se jos uvijek nije osusila. Kroz prozor kuhinje mogla se vidjeti samo beskrajna tama, beskrajne mogucnosti.

Cula sam kako okrece kljuc u bravi. Krc krc... sve sam blize... kako da to ucinim? Oh Bože pomozi mi, znaš da ovo ne mogu sama... Zvuk skripanja vrata cinio me nervoznom. Njegovi glatki koraci takodjer. Svaki pokret me tjerao na jezenje... Sve jace i jace... Strah je sada prevladao.



Rijeci su se cinile suvisne. Opet ta vrucica... Nikada nisam ucinila nista takvo - nikada. Nikada se nisam prepustila emocijama i zaboravila na pamet. Mogla sam osjetiti kako mi se ruke hlade, i kako me oblijeva hladan znoj.

Prolupala sam! Da, to je bila moja jedina dijagnoza...

Izgovorio je nesto nebitno, a ja sam se pravila da slusam. Sve sto sam mogla cuti, vidjeti, dotaknuti, bile su njegove duboke plave oci. Njegove njezne ruke. Njegova djecacka kestenjasta kosa... Njegove mekane usne, najmekanije usne na svijetu.

-Nesto sam zaboravila... -rekla sam drhtavo

Nisam mu mogla dopustiti da ista odgovori. Nije bilo vremena. Bilo je to jace od mene. Dva koraka. Tri koraka. Četiri koraka. U njegovim sam rukama!

Mhmmmm... dotaknula sam njegovu donju usnicu njezno, najnjeznije. Primila sam je k sebi lagano je grickajuci, kao da ga zelim pojesti... O bože znaš da nisam bila daleko od toga...

Moje usne su stvarno bile na njegovima... Izišla sam iz svog tijela, daleko, daleko...

Imale su okus po borovnicama.. Mogla sam okusiti nikotin koji ih je prekrivao još od nedavne izgorjele cigarete. Oduvijek sam prokleto mrzila pušenje... Moj otac mu se nije mogao oduprijeti. A sada ni moj djecak.. Ali nisam imala snage. Nisam mogla biti razumna i reci dosta. Nije me bilo briga. Primila sam i njegovu ovisnost. Pokusavala sam udahnuti sto vise sam mogla, poput nekakvog bijednog ovisnika na odvikavanju koji uzima jedan posljedji šut. Bili smo jedno. Oh kako sam slabasna pred tobom! I najgori grijeh prihvacam zbog tebe... Zar to ne vidis?

Pocela sam se kretati u nekom nepoznatom ritmu... Neka glazba je pocela svirati u mom mozgu. Neka poznata melodija koju osjetim kad me drzi cvrsto uz sebe. Izvijala sam se kao sto to inace cinim plesuci. No plesem sama... Naga na svijetu, osamljena i pokisla od umora. A sada? Plesala sam za najdivnije bice koje zivi... Moju adikciju, moju bolest.

Primio me za ruku i odveo u sobu.

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Quotes venereos
Love is not automatic. It takes conscious practice and awareness, just like playing the piano or golf. However, you have ample opportunities to practice. Everyone you meet can be your practice session.
-Hari



Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.
-Mozart

If I am unaware of love, I live drably. If I become intoxicated with love, I live in dreamland. If I recognize love, and shake his hand then comfort, dreams, and sometimes intoxication become mine to drench in and give away as well.
-Nellie Curtiss

Love the heart that hurts you, but never hurt the heart that loves you.
-Vipin Sharma



According to a new survey, women say that they feel more comfortable undressing in front of men than they do undressing in front of women. They say that women are too judgemental, where, of course, men are just grateful.
-Robert de Niro

My heart to you is given:
Oh, do give yours to me;
We'll lock them up together,
And throw away the key.
-Frederick Saunders

Come live in my heart, and pay no rent.
-Samuel Lover



She walks in beauty,
Like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
-Byron

Seduce my mind and you can have my body,
Find my soul and I'm yours forever.
-Anonymous



Love is red and I am colorblind
And now I'm waiting for the right kind of pilot to come
Coz I would fly you to the moon and back
I've got a ticket for a world where we'd be alone
If you'd be, if you'd be... my baby.
-Savage Garden



Sex is hardly ever just about sex.
-Shirley MacLaine

Sex is the ersatz or substitute religion of the 20th Century.
-Malcolm Muggeridge

Clinton lied. A man might forget where he parks or where he lives, but he never forgets oral sex, no matter how bad it is.
-Barbara Bush



Sex is an emotion in motion.
-Mae West

Sex is nature's way of saying 'Hi!'.
-Unknown

Love is a matter of Chemistry, but sex is a matter of Physics
-Unknown