Creative Extract

Hey everyone,
Just another non edited waffle?! ;)
We were in Paris, 11.02 to be precise pm sat under the Effiel tower admiring it in all it's speculative glory. We were lovers at dusk, we were birds in flight, we were everything that we wanted to be. But we weren't, we were so divided by love, lust and desire on the run from the ones we loved. Us both married; not to each other but people we could no longer felt like we loved. It was a dangerous game, playing out each day like a chance. Of course we knew the chances, the chances that one day my husband or his wife would find me. We had never imagined it to get to this point in our lives, he was the centre point to my world everything was balanced on his scales; the weight of expectation.
Our love rekindled after I had confessed how I'd longed for him for so long. My husband also seeing another woman; a pretty woman early 20's blonde hair blue eyes; he had found something he liked. I found out about it on a dreary October as I found the near empty perfume bottle under his bed; something I didn't own, something I was too timid to confront. I could only slip out into the cold night run to his house, cry in his arms confess all. Confess a silent fear that had been digging into my heart, into my brain into all aspects of me. "Come find me... when you need me." It was all I could say, I took off to London, to Venice, to great heights, I travelled explored and I was free. He never came, then to Paris where I'd always been promised countless times that I'd be taken to Paris. There he stood, a nervous wreck is hands clasped together, brow sweating, biting his lip. I could only laugh as I took my back pack; my mementos inside: the mask from Venice, the t-shirt from London, the theatre tickets from New York. My life bundled into a rucksack as I ran towards him, embraced him, kissed him.
"Why did you leave! Why did you go! I've been waiting months, months for you!" "I can't do this! I can't I'm sorry you never came to find me. You've never come to look for me! You're still with her! What am I meant to do stand there and watch my whole world crumble apart? Well I can't, I can't because I want to tell you what I love doing. What I want to do with my life. What my favourite time of the day is! I want to tell you all that I want to tell you everything." He clasped me in his hands as he kissed me again and again. "Then tell me, tell me everything, sit down and tell me all of it."
I just want to leave it there to be fair... I think it's best to have an unfinished ending than a finished one.
Love,
TSITR