Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough by: Matahari

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Personal message: Hi! It's me again! Matahari (Matahari91@aol.com). I decided to write a sequel to my other story Sweet Dreams so I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for all the readers that e-mailed me and commented on my fanfic. I was so happy when I read them all! Basically all the disclaimers and stuff are the same and well, as you might know this takes place after Sweet Dreams so read that first. It's a Joey/Dawson Romance. Would I write anything else? However I do applaud the authors that do write both Joey/Dawson and Pacey/Joey Romances. I don't think I would do justice to both, but some authors manage to do just that! The only thing if will include in this part is:

Disclaimer: I found this song over the internet and I will use it because it kind of summarizes my story and portrays Joey's feelings. I don't know who wrote it, but it works. So, credit is given to the artist who made this piece,"Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough" Enjoy your reading!

Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough

Joey woke up and realized that wrapped around her was Dawson Leery. She couldn't believe how good it felt to see him beside her. Well actually, scratch that. She *did* know how good it felt to see him beside her. I mean, she and he had slept in the same bed for seven years and known each other for countless more. (That's an exaggeration.) An added bonus that made her feel even better was that now, when he *was* beside her, she was pretty sure he was in love with her, but not completely sure.

She gazed at his blond hair. It's soft curls were a little frazzled as everyone's hair is in the morning. One strand was a little out of place and hung out on his forehead barely touching one of his eyelashes. She brushed the stray lock away gently, touching his forehead slightly. Liking the sensation, she continued to caress his face. She felt the curve of his chin and cheek, his warmth. She felt the slant of his nose, the way it curved ever so slightly to it's tip. She closed her eyes, memorizing every detail of his features as if she would never see him again. Despite thoughts that Dawson might wake up, she dismissd them as very unlikely and continued the journey of his face. Finally, her fingers reached their destination. His lips. She lovingly traced their outline with her fingers, reveling in their softness. His mouth was slightly open so that every breath he took, she could feel a rush of warmth and moistness. She wanted so much to touch his lips with hers. To feel the way their lips danced with each others'. To feel the way she always felt when they kissed: that no one else in the world existed in those perfect moments in time. In the end, she couldn't resist. She decided whatever happened, happened.

Trying not to disturb Dawson as much as she could, she gently pressed her lips to his. Surprisingly, even though he was asleep, he responded. His arms tightened around her body and their lips... well, it seemed as if every ounce of passion enclosed in their beings was captured in that kiss. Joey, after a while, sadly pulled away from his embrace. His eyes still closed, Dawson smiled and turned over, cuddling onto his pillow. "I love you, Joey," he muttered sleepily, then yawned.

Joey lifted the covers off of herself, again careful not to disturb Dawson. She slipped on her sneakers and put on her blue jean jacket. As she was about to step onto the ladder outside Dawson's window, she stopped suddenly as if she had forgotten something important. She turned around and glanced at a sleeping Dawson. He looked so peaceful and she felt the greatest need to explain to him her fellings as he had explained his the night before.

"Dawson," she thought, "you'll never really know how much I love you. Love's a weird thing and so complicated. Maybe that's why Spielberg never really had a focus on true, romantic love in any of his movies. Any reference was purely superficial. I don't know, Dawson. I guess I'm just afraid. Afraid that your love for me is just as made up as your movies..."

Beep! Beep!! BEep!!! BEEp!!!! BEEP!!!!! Dawson slammed the snooze button on his alarm clock in a cold sweat. Unlike most people, he was actually glad to be woken up. The dream that he had had started out well, but...

He and Joey were in the ruins, staring at the beautiful sunset in the sky and the grandeur of Greece that surrounded them. Joey looked deeply into his eyes with her deep, expressive ones, letting him see through the windows into her heart and her soul. He saw how deep her love for him ran. It was like every DNA stand in her body had encoded into it, "I Iove Dawson Leery and I always will, no matter what." He knew that at times he had not always acknowledged this but that was going to change as long as he could help it. He didn't like being oblivious to everything and sending mixed signals...It wasn't his fault.

Dawson cupped Joey's chin in his palm staring deeply into those loving eyes of hers. He got off the marble bench they were sitting on, and holding her hands in his, he solemly asked her, "Will you marry me, Joey Potter?" feeling that nothing could be more right.

Joey smiled at him warmly and those introspective eyes lit up with a joy he had never seen in them before. She answered his question in the very best possible way, according to Dawson that is. She caressed his cheek and gently kissed him on the lips. "I love you, Joey." he said softly and the sky slowly turned black so nothing could be seen but the stars.

During the rest of his dream, Dawson and Joey made plans for the wedding. They did what all couples did when they were completely in love. They called each other pet names, they fed each other little bits of food etc., etc., etc. (You know what I mean.)

On their wedding day, Dawson was very nervous. When he walked down the aisle, he smiled at Joey who had a veil over her head, but nothing could obscure her beautiful face. When the priest asked if there were any reasons why the couple should not be wed, Joey lifted up her veil and said, "I have a reason."

Dawson and everyone else looked at her in shock. She said with tears in her eyes, "Dawson, I love you. I really do, but I'm not sure the same goes for you. Maybe we rushed into this. I don't know, but all I know is that I didn't want to ruin our friendship or anything else we might have had, but I guess I did. Please, Dawson...I just don't want to do this..." Joey said pleadingly and rushed out of the church with her train dragging.

Dawson had absolutely nothing to say. He was completely paralyzed in shock. The church bells started ringing and gradually they changed into an incessant beeping sound...

Dawson wiped his forehead with his hand. He put his face in his hands and then sighed. He was very, very glad that his dream was not a reality. Or was it?

On his desk there was a letter in Joey's handwriting. He knew it well. He scanned it and the expression on his face slowly changed to a more sad one, and as he finished it a tear slowly fell down his cheek. He had a lot to think about. She had written:

Dawson,

You'll never really know how much I love you. Love's a weird thing and so complicated. Maybe that's why Spielberg never really had a focus on true, romantic love in any of his movies. Any reference was purely superficial.

I don't know, Dawson. I guess I'm just afraid. Afraid that your love for me is just as made up as your movies, afraid that you'll leave me hanging as soon as a Drew Barrymore or another Jen comes along and I don't think I would be able to handle it.

I'm crazy for waiting for you so long... am I? I don't know. Is it so bad that I have so strong feelings for someone? Especially someone I've known for most of my life? The person that held my darkest secrets, who held my hand throughout all my troubles and sorrow, and most of all my best friend?

Now that I think about it, I wasn't wrong and I am not wrong about the way I feel. I still love you and I will love you forever, but for now...I will not get involved in a romantic relationship with you. I will not stand by anymore and listen to you talk about a romantic conquest with another girl and that would probably happen if we got together and broke up.

You keep on saying we can always be friends, but I don't think it happens that way Dawson. Just like you say we transcended the male/femalesleepinginthesamebed thing and not developing any romantic feelings thing. You have to admit, you were wrong for once. How can I be sure you're not wrong about this? I meant everything I said yesterday. I do love you very much. I know I said I'd make you have to repress your desire, but I didn't mean it like this when I said it. Maybe that's all it is. Pure, passion driven, desire.

You always get caught up in the heat of the moment, Dawson. You tend to go into a situation without really thinking. I *know* you, Dawson. Your passion sometimes gets the best of you and you don't know where you're going. It just kind of sweeps you up in this wave. I don't want to be something that you just did because you weren't thinking. I don't want to be a piece of driftwood that gets tossed away.

Well, on the upside for you, I guess, I'm not going to France. I've made my decision. Don't think that it was because of you Dawson, because it isn't.

Well, to tell the truth, maybe just a tiny bit but there are a lot of other more important reasons. For one thing, I don't know the language, I won't know anyone there and I don't see leaving this town at the moment would be good for *me*. There will be no regrets on my part so don't let there be on yours.

Well, I guess I have to end this now if ever want to get to school on time. I guess all I have to say is I hope you'll try to still be my friend, and we'll continue to have all of our movie nights. I've always enjoyed spending the time with you. But, if that's not possible, I guess this is good-bye from the bottom of my heart. Good-bye, Dawson.

Love always,
Joey

After she left the note, inside her mind, Joey heard the words to a song she had heard a while ago...

Now I don't want to lose you.
But I don't want to use you
Just to have somebody by my side.
And I don't want to hate you.
I don't want to take you.
But I don't want to be the one to cry.
And now it don't really matter
To anyone anymore
But like a fool, I keep losing my place
And I keep seein' you walk through that door.

Chorus

But there's a danger in lovin' somebody too much
And it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust.
There's a reason why people don't stay where they are.
Baby, sometimes love just ain't enough.
Now I could never change you
I don't blame you
Baby, you don't have to take the fall.
Yes, I may of hurt you
But I did not desert you.
Maybe I just want to have it all.
It makes us sound like thunder.
It makes me feel like rain.
And like a fool who will never see the truth
I keep thinkin' something's gonna change.

Chorus

But there's a danger in lovin' somebody too much
And it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust.
There's a reason why people don't stay where they are.
Baby, sometimes love just ain't enough.

And it's late at night and you're all alone
Are there things that you wanted to say?
Do you feel me beside you in your bed?
There beside you where I used to lay?

Chorus

But there's a danger in lovin' somebody too much
And it's sad when you know it's your heart they can't trust.
There's a reason why people don't stay where they are.
Baby, sometimes love just ain't enough.
Baby, sometimes love just ain't enough.

Note from Matahari: I have no idea who wrote this, but I acknowledge that I didn't.

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