“ The band made the decision to begin playing together immediately, so we were heading down the shore this weekend. Today. I had just finished loading my car with my luggage, when Mara pulled up the drive. This was the part I was dreading. Saying Goodbye to Mara. Mara and I had gotten close over the past two and a half months. Not only was she doing an awesome job training me (I was actually looking pretty ripped), but our friendship was beginning to deepen. We would take a morning jog toge...ther, everyday. We’d go for coffee after every run. And, we had been suddenly gaining insight to one another on a different level. She had become my best friend. So saying goodbye to her today was going to be piercingly painful. “Mara, you didn’t have to come by. I told you I would swing by your house when I was done. I wouldn’t leave without seeing you.” “I know, but I couldn’t just sit there. I thought I’d see if you needed any help.” As Mara closed the space between us, I pulled her toward me with my hands on her waist and kissed her passionately. Her arms, outstretched, wrapped behind my neck as I moved my hands to both sides of her face. It was a poignant kiss. And she was crying. I felt the moisture beneath my hands. Using my thumbs, I ineffectively wiped her tears. She couldn’t stop. “Mara.” I felt a lump rise up into my throat, while embracing her with all my strength. I did not want to let her go. Evidently, my hug was too strong, because I heard Mara gasp beneath me. “I’m sorry.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
Read book Unplugged (A Portrait of a Rock Star) for free
User Reviews: