“Love Breaks My Bones and I Laugh.” Charles Bukowski
I never thought it could hurt so much and bring the ultimate joy all at the same time.
“You’re such a wimp,” she’d say as I lay there in the dust. “Get up and let’s get on with it, you’re on a promise so stop mucking about.”
I dragged myself up but underneath the mystery and expectation of the so-called ‘promise,of’ there was the nagging thought that I had broken my leg. It just didn’t feel right, like a stew with a touch too much salt in it.
I have to say I’d fallen headover heels in love with Emma. She was amazing in every way. Beautiful, intelligent and witty in every way and what was more she thought I was okay too.
I didn’t want to give up a minute with her.
Pain became a secondary consideration, and I put it out of my mind even though walking was proving to be somewhat difficult.
So, I hobbled along behind her my eyes focused on her delightfully shaped bottom as it jiggled its way in front of me.
My mind drifted to the images of her as she’d emerge from my bathroom, drop her gown and stand there resplendent in front of me, watching me react in the way I was supposed to.
She’d smile and descend on me, gathering me up and sending my mind to places I reserved for such moments as these.
But today she was a little impatient. I was lagging further and further behind, and she was irritated by my slowness.
By the time, we reached home she was well and truly pissed at me, and I knew the moment had gone.
“You’re injured, aren’t you?” she said so matter of fact. “I can see the pain in your eyes, sit down there and let me have a look.”
So, I complied, another reason for her to place her soft hands on me.
She touched my leg, and I jumped in pain. No matter where she placed her delicate hands I was jumping.
Within seconds she had rung for an ambulance, was in my bedroom selecting clothes for the hospital visit and looking bewilderedly at me.
“You men have one thing on your mind no matter what might be ailing you at the time. The promise babe is on hold. I was so looking forward to having you this afternoon. What a let-down. Now I’m going to have to spend untold hours at the hospital waiting for you to get fixed up.”
With that she sat down with a thud, shaking the lounge and adding to my already amount of pain.
“How did this happen?” she asked.
“I was in a hurry to meet up with you I jumped the Barber Shop fence and went arse overhead onto the pavement. It didn’t occur to me I had done any damage until later when I was walking with you.”
“You’re in love babe, that’s the problem. All sense and common sense, in particular, goes out of your mind. No sane person ever tries to jump the Barber Shop fence it’s just too high and too dangerous.”
We sat in silence for a bit waiting for the ambos. Then she looked over at me and saw how forlorn I was looking.
She smiled her captivating smile and said, “But you’re so adorable, so helpless, I might just take advantage of you right now.”
My hopes rose and inch or two just as there was a knock on the door.