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   It is not the day you have desired. Not the day that I have promised you in my quiet, my ambitious whispers. Four years have come and gone since the day we first met. Years watching your body perched over me day after day. I know this, because now that it has halted and come to an end, you are not in a daze of happiness, rather one of confusion. I came with the same intention that I had the day I met you. The fascination grew slowly and surely.
   At first I disregarded it as something that would pass. I mean it had always done so before, in the past with all the others. Everytime I caught glimpse of your odd aroma or your clean, subtle lips, it grew; the fascination grew. You became someone I knew better than I knew most, listening carefully to your heart every single day. Once in awhile you would get sick and I would miss you dearly, but you always came back. You always came back to me. So i thought we might have the same intentions and desires for this anniversary of four unforgettable years.
   It began as any other day does in Kona; a bustle of tourists, "oooing" and "ahhing" at everything from the local seafood dump to the locals wearing strap-on plastic coconuts, to cover their sagging breasts. It was the perfect day for such a date. You would be arriving promptly at 9 p.m., as you always did, right after work. I was afraid your job would not even allow for such a special day to be excused.
   The night was going to be perfect. I arrived early as I always did, around 5 p.m., and was prepared in a mere three minutes. A quick shower and a change to a clean outfit made the transition for the night. I already was noticing a sweat building up under my arms, providing me also with a thickening scent of molding onions, which always signified I was becoming a little nervous. The tension was quite understandable considering the huge event the night was going to behold. Around 7 p.m., I took a quick break to get a bite to eat, making sure to eat fast in case you arrived early. I knew you would not though, even considering the day, for you never had. Not even on your own birthday. It was ok though, because that was of little importance. Rather the importance being that you definitely arrived.
   About half past eight, I caught myself fantisizing of the night's holdings. I would touch your skin and pull you close. Taste that sweet aroma, your body's scent. Maybe we would walk along the beach, when we were done, and I would take you home. I could let your hair loose, and rid you of clothing. We could spend a dream night on the beach. Right in front of our home.
   By the time nine o'clock had arrived I had already arranged for your drink, a Long Island Iced Tea, with an extra shot of Tequila. Just the way you always had liked it. Then I began to wait.
   Around a minute after nine, a large group of teenagers arrived, taking the back booth. They were quite loud, and I was quite displeased that we now had a small audience. It was ok though, for they would be busy gossipping about "so" and "so," and talking about the latest shitty MTV album. God, what the world had come to.They would be completely pre-occupied with their own affairs to bother my date and I. "Ahh," the sound of us being together for the last four years, it was just perfect. Everytime someone walked by me during my long and dreary days i usually spent on the beach waiting for you, I was struck by something. Most definitely not them but something more relevant to myself. That is of no matter though.

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   It is not the day you have desired. Not the day that I have promised you in my quiet, my ambitious whispers. Four years have come and gone since the day we first met. Years watching your body perched over me day after day. I know this, because now that it has halted and come to an end, you are not in a daze of happiness, rather one of confusion. I came with the same intention that I had the day I met you. The fascination grew slowly and surely.
   At first I disregarded it as something that would pass. I mean it had always done so before, in the past with all the others. Everytime I caught glimpse of your odd aroma or your clean, subtle lips, it grew; the fascination grew. You became someone I knew better than I knew most, listening carefully to your heart every single day. Once in awhile you would get sick and I would miss you dearly, but you always came back. You always came back to me. So i thought we might have the same intentions and desires for this anniversary of four unforgettable years.
   It began as any other day does in Kona; a bustle of tourists, "oooing" and "ahhing" at everything from the local seafood dump to the locals wearing strap-on plastic coconuts, to cover their sagging breasts. It was the perfect day for such a date. You would be arriving promptly at 9 p.m., as you always did, right after work. I was afraid your job would not even allow for such a special day to be excused.
   The night was going to be perfect. I arrived early as I always did, around 5 p.m., and was prepared in a mere three minutes. A quick shower and a change to a clean outfit made the transition for the night. I already was noticing a sweat building up under my arms, providing me also with a thickening scent of molding onions, which always signified I was becoming a little nervous. The tension was quite understandable considering the huge event the night was going to behold. Around 7 p.m., I took a quick break to get a bite to eat, making sure to eat fast in case you arrived early. I knew you would not though, even considering the day, for you never had. Not even on your own birthday. It was ok though, because that was of little importance. Rather the importance being that you definitely arrived.
   About half past eight, I caught myself fantisizing of the night's holdings. I would touch your skin and pull you close. Taste that sweet aroma, your body's scent. Maybe we would walk along the beach, when we were done, and I would take you home. I could let your hair loose, and rid you of clothing. We could spend a dream night on the beach. Right in front of our home.
   By the time nine o'clock had arrived I had already arranged for your drink, a Long Island Iced Tea, with an extra shot of Tequila. Just the way you always had liked it. Then I began to wait.
   Around a minute after nine, a large group of teenagers arrived, taking the back booth. They were quite loud, and I was quite displeased that we now had a small audience. It was ok though, for they would be busy gossipping about "so" and "so," and talking about the latest shitty MTV album. God, what the world had come to.They would be completely pre-occupied with their own affairs to bother my date and I. "Ahh," the sound of us being together for the last four years, it was just perfect. Everytime someone walked by me during my long and dreary days i usually spent on the beach waiting for you, I was struck by something. Most definitely not them but something more relevant to myself. That is of no matter though.