It was obvious to me that she could never love him the way he loved her. But he wouldn’t listen. He was obsessed with her. That was the crazy thing about their relationship. It was completely out of balance. She had all the power. He made a fool of himself following her, waiting for her to make eye contact and give him a sign that she felt the way he did. But she kept him in the friend zone.
They met on one of those vacations when you’re looking for something, but you don’t really know what it is. She caught his attention on the veranda as they stared out at the lake. Her far away eyes pulled him in, and from that moment she was all he could think about. On the beach, strolling through the gardens, wandering the grounds of the hotel, he searched for her, hoping she wanted what he wanted, wishing for the impossible.
But it wasn’t meant to be. She was a high class dame, out of reach for a guy like him; a mixed up redhead, part lover, part killer, all diva. And she was smart, so smart sometimes he was afraid of her. She threw him off his game. When he found her alone on the lawn, her scent intoxicated him and she knew it. She teased him, danced him in circles until she felt his hot breath on her neck. Then suddenly, she just walked away and left him standing there. She was ruthless.
I took him for a drive around the lake and tried to talk some sense into him. But he just wanted to get back to the hotel. I told him she wasn’t the right kind of girl, but he didn’t care. She was a drug and he was begging for it. I wanted to be angry, but I understood. Once in a lifetime love comes along and sweeps you away with one look. You can’t explain it, but in your heart you know. Everything you thought was important slips away — your stick, your tennis ball, your desiccated liver treats. Squirrels recede into the background, meaningless. You forget about the Frisbee under the bed.
It was a long week. We watched fiery sunsets and listened to night birds call across the lake. But in his mind he was always with her. She was the chew toy buried in the couch, the gopher in the stone wall, the pigeon on the sidewalk. I could see the yearning in his eyes, that wild lust for an unattainable fantasy. He watched her through the window as we drove away for the last time, and I knew he would never be the same. Love changed him. She was out of sight, but she was alive his dreams like a picnic ham on a blanket in the park.