by Mitzi Danielson-Kaslik
Parisian red wine
I jumped a little and turned quickly to see Marius standing just behind my right shoulder. He then swiftly joined me at the edge of the balcony and looked down over the city with me and apologized for startling me.
“You mustn’t get upset over Camille. She’s just one of those people who loves people.” He smiled. I took a moment to this about what he meant by this; one of those people who loves people. Did he mean she actually loved Sylvester? She couldn’t possibly love him more than I did. “Don’t worry about her and Sylvester. I’ve heard all about all his romantic exploits he’s had since he was 13, he definitely never loved any of his lovers anywhere near as much as he loves you. But you have to understand about Sylvester that he’s just one of those people who loves people. He’s had so much suffering in his life because he likes to hand his heart out and share it with everyone but with you, you didn’t just take his heart, you kept it safe for him all this time and you will keep it safe until the end of time, ” he finished.
I looked him squarely in the eyes and realized he spoke truth. I had been keeping Sylvester’s heart safe all these long nine months and I would always keep his heart safe for he was never going to be allowed it back. I had stolen it and I would never return it. He was mine. And I felt like he was truly mine. He loved me; I truly believed he loved me. He loves me. Together we looked out over the city and I began to feel somewhat attracted to him. Not in the same sort of loving way I felt for Sylvester but in a much more passionate – perhaps – the way Sylvester felt about Camille. Marius told me about himself and all I wanted to do was kiss him. Maybe I should.