when she knew.

grand central station

“When did you know?” he asked. His fingers gently tucked her hair behind her ear.

“When did I know what?” She knew exactly what he was after but she made him work for it. And she made him smile.

“Oh honey. You know what I mean. When did you know you… wanted me?”

Her smile became a soft laugh. “Well, I wanted you the day we met. I was not expecting all of this…” She ran her fingers slowly up his body from his waist to his heart. “I thought I was going to spend the afternoon lugging furniture and boxes up four flights by myself.”

“And then you tried to impale me.” He laughed at her.

“Hey! That was an accident.”

“I have a scar!”

“Maybe you should have been paying attention to the crazy girl blindly climbing the stairs with a chair.”

“I was paying attention,” he said. “That was the problem.”

She blushed and slid her hand to his neck. “And I always thought you helped me move in because you were kind and sweet…”

“I am kind and sweet.” He laughed softly. “And I’m also a man.”

She smiled. “Yes, you are. A damn gorgeous kind and sweet man… which is why I wanted you about five seconds after we met.” She kissed his mouth. “Is that what you wanted to know?”

“I want to know when you fell in love.”

“Grand Central Station.”


“I had to leave. Grandpa died and I had to leave the city. You knew I was a mess. You wanted to come with me but you had finally landed that interview. It was important. I couldn’t let you miss it. So I snuck out.”

“But I couldn’t let you go alone. I snuck out, too.”

She covered his cheek with her hand. “I stood in that station, staring at nothing, people hurrying all around me, and I was alone. Until you magically appeared next to me.”

“It wasn’t magic,” he said, “it was a lot of running and yelling at my driver.”

A tiny laugh fell from her smile. “It was magic. And I fell in love with you.”

“I fell in love with you, too. Before that afternoon at Grand Central.”


“I will tell you…” He pulled her closer and kissed her. “Later…”


–Posted for Writing 101: day 4

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Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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21 Responses to when she knew.

  1. Tiegan says:

    Not an everyday conversation to have. A very meaningful story 🙂

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  2. I wasn’t sure where that would go, but it was a beautiful story and really sucked me in!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. emily says:

    The conversation spiraled down perfectly, I really enjoyed the story. You have a knack for dialogue.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Grandtrines says:

    Reblogged this on Lost Dudeist Astrology.


  5. Vibrant says:

    You write so well.

    It is a lovely story!

    Thanks for sharing. I am going to share it on social media.

    Love and light ❤

    Anand 🙂

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  8. sorryless says:


    Girl? You gots to write more of this. THAT was what storytelling is all about right there, in the simple moment shared between two people. A simple moment that means the world to those two people . . being played out while the world goes about its business.

    Heart and soul of a writer, it’s what you got.

    Thank you for sharing these . . much.

    Peace and writing

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    • It almost makes me cry that you like it this much because I’ve been having so much trouble writing lately… I fear I will never have anything new that’s as good…

      There is more already on this blog, though… I used to do a Fiction Friday post every week… sometimes a short stand-alone piece… sometimes an ongoing story. I stopped after my last multi-part story because I felt like I was empty. And I’ve had trouble shaking that feeling ever since…

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      • sorryless says:

        Don’t think about it so much, Sandra. I know, it’s easier said than done. But don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re obviously quite talented and you know how to write, so the very act of writing will get you where you want to be. It’s easy to get down on yourself, we all do. I’m really such a harsh fucking critic of my stuff. But I can’t think about those down times or they will take me under.
        And give yourself certain exercises too. Like, when I’m at a loss as to what I want to write about. I’ll take ten words. Funky, sexy, interesting, whatever . . I’ll make myself use those ten words in a short story. In context.
        Shit works!

        Hey, you’re a great writer. I’m grateful to you for sharing with me.

        Chin up, young lady.

        You’ve got plenty of special inside you.


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        • I’ve been staring at a blank screen too often lately. I’ve even been having trouble writing about life. My own life! How ridiculous is that??
          I like the idea of using random words to just write something… anything. The last time I tried that, I couldn’t do it. It has killed my confidence… makes me feel like I’m not a ‘real writer’ (whatever the hell that is)…
          There’s a lot of crap in my life right now, but is it really taking over? I feel like I should be able to stop that, dammit!
          I know… I think too much. I need to get out of my own head… or at least access different parts of it.

          I’m not sure what I need… inspiration? distraction? I don’t know… something.

          Anyway… rambling again. Sorry!

          Thank you for reading… and for everything else you’ve said. 🙂

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