Unrequited Love Pt 5

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Warning: Adult content

"The way I'm loving you
Oh, what can I do
Insatiable, for you
My love for you insatiable"

Just when both were bout to reach the promise land of explosive ecstasy, his phone rings. He would've been able to ignore it had his ring tone not been set to play "Highway to Hell", and seeing that to the Catholic church what he was doing would constitute a one way ticket to such a place he was knocked off cloud nine. He grabs his cell phone with his free hand and searched for the ignore button . By the time he looks back at the computer all he sees is a hand waving goodbye. Before he could type in a question or a plea, his guest was already gone, along with his hard-on. There's much to be said about not "finishing", and most if it came out in curses. His phone beeps and alerts him of a voice mail. He listens to it with about as much enthusiasm as one would have anticipating a root canal. Under the sounds of thumping music he could hear his friend asking him to come to the second floor of the club and rescue him from his predicament. Hanging around the guy he's desperately in to yet sees him as nothing more than just another infatuated friend. Our fourth can hear the frustration and sadness in his voice. It's the second time he'd had to hear it. The first time was earlier this evening at the jazz club. Maybe never knowing his mystery man is a form of penance for all of this guilt. Having worn the shoes of one that victimizes, he turns a new leaf and decides to play for the other team and makes haste to save his friend.

In another part of town, we find our first person shutting down his computer after a round of guilty pleasure on the net. He's managed to keep himself unknown to his cyber pal, fearing that to reveal himself would only subject him to either ridicule, or speculations of obsessive behavior. Maybe he is obsessed, tragic as that may sound he will openly admit to that. And what he's doing may perhaps be shady, but he will rob this guy of stolen affections, even if it is through deception. Love's never always pretty he reasons. His cell phone buzzes and sees a text coming through. It's from his roommate, telling him of his awful night. After one too many drinks and a surreal encounter with his ex, he's on his way home and asks his roomie to prepare some coffee and himself for a postmortem.

We see all four in their various situations. One making coffee and rationalizing, one sitting absentmindedly on a couch in a sea of random people and drinks awaiting his salvation, one in a cab ride home, fighting off tears of frustration and intoxication, and one stepping out of his apartment as he tries to redeem himself and be a hero. Somewhere, by an open window, we hear the radio playing a song. An elegy to all their unrequited love.



"Some people live their dreams
Some people close their eyes
Some people's destiny
Passes by

There are no guarantees
There are no alibis
That's how our love must be
Don't ask why

It takes some time
God knows how long
I know that I can forget you

As soon as my heart stops breaking
Anticipating
As soon as forever is through
I'll be over you"