Perhaps she didn’t take the leap of faith at the right time, perhaps she missed an opportunity that was not hers to take. Perhaps the dual-character of sultry sweet and husky warm was enough to tempt him at first, tempt him into this look of longing which he used to pepper her with, such that her skin melted into goosebumps. But beyond that, one needs a reason to stay. A reason to lock glances, to glimpse the opportunities which the door of life opens, to stray into the avenues of possibilities.
Perhaps that song did not work the desired magical effect. Perhaps that evening at the movies was not enough to translate into more movies and dinner dates. Perhaps the need to uncover the secrets of each other’s skin was a glazing one, not a deep-seated one.
Perhaps friendship was a bane, not a boon. Perhaps the ache of inchoate longing did not permeate his skin beyond moments of guarded intimacy. Perhaps she didn’t grab life by the horns and slide her hand into his spontaneously when she should have and looked at him with reindeer eyes full of demure longing.
Perhaps life was the cruel one, snatching away the right moments and distilling the wrong ones. Perhaps desire wasn’t contagious. Perhaps morning glory and afternoon coffees were secondary to making it through the night. Walking home together enjoying the sunset might have faded along the sidewalk of fame, whereas manipulative moments dominated. Whatevar the reasons subscribed, life does not offer any second chances. Life is to be grabbed by the moment and pulsated with fetish new and moments slewn with gold. That’s all there is to it. Life. And love.