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I never forgot her. Not for one minute. Not from the last
time I saw her, at seventeen, to today. I measured all women against her and
all women came up short.
But being with her was unfeasible in high school, and it's
taboo now.
I see her sometimes, but I've never spoken to her. She runs,
or I run. We're in the same town, on the same block, in the same building, and
the gulf between us is just too wide to cross.
Until tonight.
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He was my high school crush, back when I lived in a world
that didn't want me. He was the perfect boy, and I was the outcast kid from the
other side of town. And when he held my hand I thought I could fit in, just a
little. I thought I could be his and he could be mine.
Then he left, and my life fell apart. Now we are the king
and queen of opposite sides of Hollywood. And we haven't spoken a word to each
other.
Until tonight.
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I stroked his hair, waist deep in
peace, all worry gone for the moment, and floating in no more than an ocean of
gratitude. I must have been more vulnerable than I realized, or he’d reopened
some wound with his kindness, because though my sweet reverie stayed, as the
minutes passed, a layer of need fitted itself on top of it.
I needed to tell him, if not the
details, the outlines of who I was.
“I want you to know,” I whispered,
starting somewhere small, then everything I didn’t want to say spilled out. “I
have stuff. I’ve never been to jail, but you know, it’s stuff, and it’s ugly,
and it scares me. Because, I mean, you’re so perfect, and I’m… I’m just a mess.
I’m not whole. I’m a bunch of pieces of a person I cobbled together.” My eyes
got wet when I thought of the comparisons between us and that picture in my
silverware drawer. “So if you have to move on when you realize that, I’ll
understand. You have an image, and if anyone understands protecting a career,
it’s me. I mean, I’ll be mad, don’t get that wrong, but also.” I swallowed and
blinked, shifting my head so he wouldn’t feel the tear on his forehead. “I won’t
blame you.”
I waited for an answer. Anything. A
change in position or a word on any subject. The weather. Sports. Something.
But all he did was breathe.
I smiled so wide, tears fell into my
mouth. He was sleeping.
CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up, she’s at the well, hauling buckets.
Born in New York
City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in
screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere, but it did
embed TV story structure in her head well enough for her to take a big risk on
a TV series structured erotic series called Songs of Submission. It’s about a
kinky billionaire hung up on his ex-wife, an ingenue singer with a wisecracking
mouth; art, music and sin in the city of Los Angeles.
Critics have dubbed the books “poetic,” “literary,” and “hauntingly atmospheric,” which is flattering enough for her to put it in a bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think she’s some sort of braggart who’s too good to give the toilets a once-over every couple of weeks or chop a cord of wood.
If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.
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