The story with Kyri

She just arrived in Cyprus, her apartment was looking at the sea and she was spending her days rehearsing with the band.
At nights she would get on the terasse, watch the lights of the city, drink something while gazing at the horizon, at the black waters.
Her soul was peaceful. She felt happy, happier then ever.
She was 23, she had a good job, she left Greece and she was pretty and single and independent.
She loved her perception of herself.


Sunday, was a day off, she asked the nephew of the owner(and musician) if there are any interresting spots around.
She also suggested if he wouldnt mind to show her around, she felt at ease doing so, since he was 20 years old and she felt confident he wouldnt take it the wrong way since she was never attracted to guys her age...or less.


They went out, he showed her the places to go...and they ended up in her room.
She was passionate with songs and the hours passed talking about music, wich ones they should include at the first period when they would be only the two of them...it was late, so she told him that if he wanted, he could sleep at the bed next to hers.
She was at ease, she put on her nightgown, said goodnight and started snoring...


The next day they arranged to go at a restaurant he thought she would like.
He left and later in the day, she started getting dressed for her appointment.
She suddenly realised she was singing and she stopped wondering...
"Could I be attracted to the kid?" she smiled to herself.
Is this why Im singing?
I m happy?

She met him and they walked along the sea shore towards the ancient town.They bought ice cream, they talked...he was due to leave in one week, go back to London.
The hours passed and they started walking again.
At that point she knew she liked him.A lot...her eyes couldnt break away from his.


They were talking casually when their hands met.... and stayed locked.
Their mouths were still at "hello", but their hands had found their way towards one another,and it was the most beautiful touch she ever had.
They went on with their evening.
They kept their hands tied, and went on.
They knew they would kiss eventually...at least she knew it, and she wanted to wait and savor each moment, save the best for last...
They went back to his apartment, she had no intention of staying, it was just the moment for a little more privacy, where their eyes and their mouths would follow the path their hands had traced.

They went to his balcony, talked a little bit more about their lives, went inside the house and there, very naturally their mouths found eachother.
The butterflies in her stomach opened their wings as she felt him close, but when he took her face in his hands, her legs caved.
It turned out he felt the same things, it was too overwhealming, they found themselves on the floor,kissing, eyes closed, breaths, passion...
His skin was soft and firm and warm, his body big enough to make her feel feminine, lost in his arms,
At some point they stopped, and smiled, a happy goofy smile...


A little while later, he took her by the hand and they went to the bedroom.
She never had made love like this in her life.
He told her he would come back for her, he wouldnt stay in London.
he wouldnt leave if he could.
He was kissing her and she could hear his voice crack as he was telling her how much he desperatly had wanted her since the day she arrived, he was thinking of her, he thought he was falling in love...for the first time.... and she would melt at the sound.
She felt infatuated, nuts about the guy.
At 23 you fall in love more easily i guess...
They didnt leave the room the next day, an the night came again


They parted their bodies, exhausted, finally...He took her in his arms and they dozed off to sleep almost immediately...
She woke up less than an hour later by his kissing and the motion of his body, who had just got inside her...he had woken up, looked at her for a long time, happy, stroked her hair,..... kissed he chick,..... caressed her waist,.... her breast
She was so tired she didnt wake up until the final moment...
The earth moved.
Till this day it was the best love making she ever did...


The next few days, they d get to work, and she would sing as he would play the piano...She loved this.
Doing it together.
making music together, reading eachothers eyes understanding what the other would do and get in sync.

The week passed, and the last night she cried and cried and cried...
"no one has ever cried for me"
he said.
"I ll come back, I promess"

She knew he would.She had no doubt.
But it was 3 weeks time.
Finally, he left.



She left her apartment as they had agreed and took his.
She put the matresses on the floor, cleaned everywhere, threw the hair barettes she found, in the trash.
The empty house was ready.
All that was missing was his stuff and hers to be their house.
He d call her and write...almost every night at work..
Time was passing...slowly.


He came back after 3 weeks.
She was tired after work but went to the airport with his uncle...
He got off the plane and she was slightly disapointed to see he wasnt as excited to see her as she was expecting.
They drove home and by the time he went to bed without touching her, she knew something was wrong. she asked him.
he said he was tired.
She decided to believe it.

The next day, he was colder than ever.
She was sad,she waited...no response.
She didnt even think for a second about their sleeping arrangement, where they d go if they split.
In her head there wasnt the slightest thought of splitting.



At a rehersal, she got pissed off with his "no talking attitude"...
She got up and started performing ignoring him.
They were all singing aroynd the piano, the piano he was playing, with his divine fingers...
She looked up from her paper and looked at him, by mistake, but what she saw puzzled her.
He was watching her, with intensity, and a smile was in his eyes and forming at the corner of his mouth...

"what the hell?..."


The song over,he got up, went across the room, grabed her by the waist, pulling her next to him,his face near hers, he looked at her, smiled, planted a kiss on her mouth and said
"I love you"

She was speachless looking at him completely surprised from his display of affection.
He went on explaining.
"I couldnt feel a thing, I thought I was over you and I felt trapped I guess...but watching you just now, brought it all back to me.I dont know how or why, i was like this, maybe the plane, maybe a stupid fear.... but I love you, I love you, I love you.
You re my baby"
He was laughing.

She was laughing still a bit shocked of what she had just heard."Over me? and I didnt realise it?"
She looked at him, felt him against her, waved the surprise away, plunged her gaze into his beautiful eyes, and whispered
"lets go home"



Part 2

They went on living together for nearly two years.Lots of love making, A lot of love...
First in Cyprus, than in London
The relationship wasnt easy,the breackup wasnt pretty,there was another girl, a break up, another guy, a reconciliation that never fully worked...
One Thursday he told her,
"see you after the weekend I guess"
She knew he wasnt working this weekend...she felt insecure again...that she waited for crumbs...she was done with her job and using her savings...she answered.
"ok, as you wish"
She had made up her mind.
She had walked that path with him twice already.
She wasnt going to wait to be boring, and dumped and hurt once more.
She looked at her best friend, Janet.
"can I make another call?"
"Sure"
She called the airport.
5 minutes later she walked out the door to get her ticket, pack her bags and write him a letter.
Her friends couldnt believe she was doing this...
The next morning she was in Greece.
Miserable but calm.She knew she had done the right thing.




Tuesday the phone rang and it was the only time she didnt think of him in a split second.
"where are you?!?"
Her heart flinched.
She didnt show it. Instead she asked quite calmly
"where did you call?"
"Is this how you leave? no goodbyes no nothing?"
"I left on Friday. You just found out. (I was there mainly for you.) That says a lot about our relationship, doesnt it?"
"Couldnt you tell me?"
"I wouldnt have gone through with it"
" I want you back"
"We ll see..'

The conversation could have ended there. Sweet.
but it didnt.
He said some things he shouldnt have, she answered...
It finished with her screaming, "never call me again"

And he didnt.
Many times over the years she thought of calling him, but she always stopped.
She was nothing to this guy, just some chick he used to be with.
Or so she thought.
But ending things like this, not being able to know how he is, was a thorn to her heart.
She didnt like the ending, there was no sence of closure.


One night, after 3 years the phone rang.
"Its me"
The world stood still for a moment.
"I always thought of you and wanted to call you so many times"
She looked at her boyfriend, he looked miserable as he heard her say
"I always wanted to call you, I thought of you often."
He moved inside the kitchen to give her some privacy.
She said:
"I thought you never gave us a second thought."
" How could I? there are so many things I want to tell you, can you talk?"
"Not very freely, I'm afraid...can I call you back?"
"Sure."


She didnt immediately...she was never alone.And her boyfriend was suffering with the thought and she didnt want to lie to him.
If she would call and he would ask she would have told him the truth.
He could not understand that these were two separate distinct feelings,and that he wasnt threatened what so ever...
So she kept putting off for later...
She wrote.
She called a few months later wondering why her letters didnt get answered.
He had moved.
Directories wouldnt give the new number...
she was sad.
She thought of calling a few numbers but realized it could cause a problem with his wife, if he had one by now.
She decided to leave it to life and chance-and maybe the internet...;)



I am ready to share it now, I guess, with more people