One Summer Night In Chicago
It was 50 years ago; yet the memory is so very vivid. One summer night in 1969 when I was yet a teen of 19. I did not know it then, but it became an 'unforgettable night'. It was a condensed night of passion but without lust and sex.
I think that sex was the farthest from our minds for two basic reasons. I believed our future success depended on it, and we believed in each other.
That night is forever locked in my memory with two 'unforgettable things'. Unforgettable because it was beautiful, and that it was soaked in utter brevity.
At the time, it was thought to be a pathway to an exciting new relationship, but it became so much less than that after the one act episode of one kiss. That one act was an embrace and a kissing episode like none I had ever known. There was limited passion, and I'm grateful that it seems she knew better than I that the moment had to end while there was still a sense of self control.
Perhaps it was meant to be, because she was called away to an ill mother some 2000 miles away. We soon lost touch with each other and were as strangers when we met again some years later. By then, both of our lives had moved on apart to other situations and other people. So much of life seem to unfold in pieces that perhaps it serves us best if we learn to appreciate and take advantage of every single piece. Like pieces of a puzzle, one can assume that our brief relationship was one piece; one piece for her life and one for mine.
Perhaps we are also better served in that our puzzle of life doesn't come with a beautiful picture of what it's suppose to look life. Even so, we must find a way to take that piece for what it is worth and move on to the next piece, which like Abraham's ram, may very well be waiting for our next move. There was a good while before I was to meet my next piece of the puzzle and fall in love with my bride. But even so, the above encounter is not a secret, because I have shared this summer night in Chicago with my wife.
090520PSCtest, One Night of Passion And Desire, Faraz Ajmai
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2020
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