Makeup Artist Blog: 2012

She watched him as his eyes darted past her. They were playing chicken, looking past the brown ones she possessed, desperately trying to hold his for a moment. All she needed was a second of pure unadulterated eye contact to know all she needed to know and that was – if she were wasting her time with him. She gazed upon his ebony skin, dark and rich from the African sun. It held a natural radiance that she wanted to bask in. She wished she could bathe in the chocolate confection that covered him. She wanted under it like a blanket to keep her warm. Her eyes centered in on the soft mounds of flesh that were his lips. Soft and inviting, she watched them move. He was speaking but she was focused on the pink pillows that house his teeth and tongue. All that he was saying was white noise. She struggled to focus.

She snapped herself back, earnest on her first quest and that was to look into the almond shaped windows to her beloved’s soul. She implored them to speak to her. She wanted the truth. Actually, she wanted to hear her truth coming from him. She studied his face again, his wide nose, the curl of his long lashes, the thick brows over his sepia-colored eyes, his short thick curly mane and those lips… If they ever touched hers, she was sure she’d not be able to handle it. How could a woman be able to withstand that much pleasure from a man that beautiful?

“You understand?” he asked looking at her, his eyes perusing her face as well.

A question! He’d asked her a question about something he’d just said and she hadn’t a clue as to what it was. She nodded, unsure of any other alternative. Inside, she knew. She knew what he’d said and that he would never understand how she felt about him. The depth of her admiration for him ran like the river that flowed in the chasm of their hearts that would never be joined.

She turned to leave. Her heart was heavy and her head was down. She hated this part. She hated the end of her relationships. It felt like the never-ending loop to a song she couldn’t get out of her head. The words bubbled up and came out of her before she could work to stop them.

“Just tell me you love me,” she said.

She didn’t wait for a response. In that instant, their eyes locked. He was speechless. She knew what he would say. She walked out of the door, out of his life forever and into the chill of winter.