“You’re going to hell," said my fine girlfriend a long time ago.
We were in her bedroom and her parents were away for the weekend, and both of us knew the rule that I wasn’t supposed to be there. But that didn’t stop us.
“Let’s dance," I said as I turned on the music and held her right hand when my left hand and my other hand and arm went around her waist.
I don’t recall her name now, or maybe I do. I think it was Amber or something unique like that. She was thin and had jet-black long hair. We were both in high school.
“I wish things could always be like this," I said as I held her close and felt her body against mine.
“You shouldn’t be here," she answered. “I could get in trouble."
“I can leave," I said, but neither of us wanted that.
We just danced slowly together in her room with the music moving us.
“What would our children look like?" I wondered out loud.
She bit me quickly on the shoulder.
“I know what you’re thinking," she said. “You’ve got Satan the Devil in your thoughts."
“But don’t you think of the future? We have something good."
Maybe her name was Autumn. It’s funny, I remember moments with her that are so strong and vivid and full of hints of vice, but I can’t remember her name.
“It’s getting late," she said.
I leaned in for a kiss, but she demurred.
“It’s too soon," she said, and she was right.
“I want to see you again," I replied as I walked out the side door of the house.
“Get that Satan out of you first," she said.
I didn’t understand what she meant by that, but I guess I had gotten too emotionally involved with her in too short of a timespan.
I hope she’s doing well. And I wish I hadn’t lost track of her, but the windows of opportunity close fast in this life.
I think her name was Aurora.