The Stories You Cannot Tell

Ice-cream.

Oh the sweet, saccharine and sensuous flavours that swirled in my mouth. Oh God, did it taste so good. I loved the way the ice-cream melted in my mouth when it was inside my mouth, releasing the flavours, exploding! All inside the safe confines of my mouth. Whether if it was sweet vanilla, bitter chocolate, crunch cookies and cream or sour lime.

Ice-cream tasted best when the weather was hot, not humid though, but just hot. When the sun would be beating overhead and the clouds would provide neither cover nor relief. And also the gentle sea breeze that softly caressed the skin. Sometimes when you stuck your tongue out, you could taste the salt in the air.

But what made the ice-cream the most perfect was walking and eating it with Gayle. Did I tell you about her?

No?

Well, every other man would claim that their spouse or partner’s the most perfect woman in the world (in the case of a straight male). I won’t boast and I admit whole-heartedly that she wasn’t perfect at all, if only for me.

Gayle was outrageous and her temperament was invariably out of control. But when she wasn’t angry or mad (that was 99% of the time), she was wonderful to be around. She was just like ice-cream. You know how sometimes some ice-cream look alike but when you taste it, just like I mentioned before, it would explode in your mouth? Much like Forest Gump’s chocolate.

She was cool, she was collected. And she never failed to surprise me. One moment she’d be hitting me and shouting at me but I’d never shout back. She forced me to do ridiculous tasks just for her, threatening to leave me.

I know that she would never but I did it anyway.

Why you ask? To me, some women have this strange allure about them that makes you want to continue loving them and be with her? Some people find that with friends or maybe their family. I found that mysterious magnet about two things.

Beautiful ice-cream and Gayle as well.

Every Sunday, we’d set aside the morning to get some ice-cream,regardless of her moods or of our schedules. I’d frequently cancel my meetings with client on the eleventh-hour just for the ice-cream with Gayle.

So I’d eat ice-cream with my best shirts on and more often than not, by the end of our walk, I’d end up with several different flavours of ice-cream on them.

I liked chocolate best on me though.

Each walk lasted for roughly 2 hours and it’s one of those moments in life I didn’t want to end. And strangely, during one of the walks, I thought about death and how they say that your life’s precious moments would play like a film before your very eyes when you’re about to die.

I knew that if that happened, half of the film would consist of those walks with Gayle.

We’d talk about everything and nothing at times, the akward silence interrupted only by the shouts of children zooming past on their bicycles or her loud slurps of the ice-cream.

She ate her ice-cream clumsily but I didn’t tell her. Can you imagine telling a woman that she had a spot on her lips? I know some wouldn’t mind but Gayle would. For one she was temperamental, and one other reason was that it wasn’t a spot on her lips, it looked like it was the whole ice-cream.

I’d wipe it off for her.

Oh yes, we had a love that was unlike any other. Which relationship would revolve around two people and ice-cream? Imagine the sugar level in our bodies now, our love would be the sweetest one around and ailed by diabetes at the same time.

If only every other romance was as carefree as ours! With love, two people and ice-cream. What more could anyone ask for? I knew I couldn’t, and I didn’t. She knew she couldn’t and she didn’t.

So, I’m writing this to you Mum because we’re getting married next monday.

It may come as a shock because you’ve never met her but everyone’s coming! Our friends, our colleagues, our family (that includes you Mum) and the ice-cream man as well! I hope you’ll be able to make it, Mum.

Ice-cream.
-darthdodo

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Okay here is the dilema. My mom is my best friend, we share everything together and are amazingly close. Now I found out a few years back my mom was having an affair. It has been with the same man for over 5 years. She is in love with him and lights up when she tells me about him. I have never in my whole life seen her talk about my dad that way, she has never came out and said she isn’t in love with him, but i can see it. She married my dad young and only because they got pregnant with my older brother. Now not only am I keeping this a secret, I let her use me as an alibi. Like if my dad asks she hung out with me, or is spending the night with me or watching my kids. My father is clueless. I love him so much, and I hate seeing him be played. Though I would never betray my mom’s confidence and rat her out. So I don’t have a clue what to do. I am also afraid if her secret ever does come out, would my father forgive me if he found out I were helping her. I have been keeping her secret for 2 years and it is making me nuts. What would any of you do.

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Happy Valentines Day sweetie. I’m sorry I cheated on you.

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it all started out when i was 15. when i and clement were posted to the same class. i noticed that he wasn’t like other guys. he was so soft. so fair. so elegant. like a girl. but he wasn’t those kinda weird ass faggots. he was SO hot i was just turned on by him.

soon i found out that he lived really near me. and i decided to make my move. i offered to go back home with him everyday and yes soon we were really good friends. he never knew i looked at him that way or had that kind of feelings for him. everytime during physical education i’d just look at him and his sexy arms and legs. and just sigh in awe. i’d dream of him in all sorts of ways every night.

then soon his bday was approaching. i really had no idea what to get him so i called him, and lied about wanting him to tell me what to buy for a friend. in the process i got to know what he would want for his bday. and then 2 months later i sorta told him how much he meant to me and gave him the wallet he wanted and a keychain with his name engraved on it. and he was just SO touched and i never felt as close to him before.

but then disaster stuck. i sorta was upset about what he did the other day to me and instead of msging my friend i STUPIDLY msged him instead. and poof everything was shattered. he started hated me, calling me a fake and told me to just stay away from him. i’d never ever see him get this mad or angry over anything. he was always just so cool and calm you know. i even tried to send him a ’sorry’ card and continued to msg him. but the last msg he sent me was: im never gonna msg you again. don’t expect me to ever reply again.

and since then we never made up. we have never seen eye to eye or even talked to each other for just about a year now. just 2 months after the incident he migrated to australia for further studies. took me a while to get over him. he even came back to visit some of my friends and i. thoughout the whole lunch we never looked nor said a word to each other. but now i like someone else who happens to live really near me too.

at least this time its a GIRL. i’ve always liked girls like any other teenager but somehow with clement it was different. he was special.

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