His and Hers

She was blonde, he dark, her head buried in his shoulder as they strolled arm and arm.

They looked European the way they dressed, simply, but with taste, as if they both entered the world that way.

I noticed her brows despite her blondness were black, matching the cashmere scarf draping his neck as if where one ended, the other began.

I knew their love was still in the box, the way they couldn’t take their eyes off each other, making me sigh, remembering, how that is.

You think, this is it, always and ever, your heart beating for two.

It was like that falling in love with John Kipp when I was 17 and he, 35, launching my fancy for older men.

I thought I’d love him forever even after a a friend said…he’s only the first Susannah, of many waiting in the wings.

When it ended, how I cried, not knowing he was merely the trailer to a great flick that had yet to be filmed.

So as I watched the perfect couple enter a cafe like movie stars, I thought again of John and how he’d tell me he’d never leave and how I believed him with my whole being, heralding…

the optimism and naivete of youth.

So tell me, tooling through your teens, who was it that you thought you’d love forever? Β  images-1.jpeg

SB

About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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75 Responses to His and Hers

  1. I met a woman at work many years ago and became lost in her eyes. We instantly connected, even when we wasn’t working close to each other, we looked for each other. It was magical.

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, surprisingly, my long term affairs were never assumed to last forever, at least not by me. It was a shorter term love that broke my heart. I saw a future that didn’t enter my head with any of the others. I never realized this until you asked the question.
    Luckily I met my Pookie, also known as my prince charming.

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  3. How wistfully sweet!

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  4. aFrankAngle says:

    I love you gift of people watching and the posts that come from it. That love from my youth that I thought would be forever? Actually drawing a blank … but you have reminded me of some past loves that didn’t work out for whatever reason. Maybe I didn’t experience deep love at that age. Hmmmm … now I’m wondering.

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  5. Nir Buras says:

    Excellent writing, as always

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  6. Sorryless says:

    Her name was Rosemary but we called her Rosie. I met her in my last teenage year and fell hard. She was dating a neighba-hood guy from Kensington but I was determined to change that. Alas, she used me and left me. Years later she expressed regret for not having gotten with me and it kinda broke my heart all over again.

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  7. β€œ6The course of true love never did run smooth’…..( A Midsummer Night’s Dream – Act 1, Scene 2) One of my favorite such quotes.

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  8. There have been many, though some don’t know of it even yet, and others I have hinted, but they are usually tied up in someone else. Now, I know better (I think/hope) and don’t plan on a 3rd marriage – but it is life, is it not?

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  9. Dale says:

    Let’s see… when I was in high school, I crushed hard for my gym teacher. I was 16, he was 28… we joked around so much, people thought we had crossed the line – which we didn’t.
    Then.
    He used to tell the other gym rats (of which I was one) that one day he would live with me. The nerve. And yet, five years later, we met and well… It was like a fairy tale when you think of it. I moved in and soon realised my prince charming was more of a frog and I gave away my prime years for a whole lotta…. we’ll call them lessons…

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