Hello Again

She looks at him, the time between them stands still, lengthening. Has seconds really turned into minutes, perhaps even hours? She’s wondering now if he’s still thinking the same things about her as he once said. Words that he truthfully told her, things that she can’t believe ever came from his mouth. It was easier without them, yes, but it’s what she wanted to hear Afterwards she laughs at herself. Is it what they always say, be careful what you wish for?

He looks at her, she’s beautiful, and he wonders how he was ale to be away from her for so long. Her blue eyes look right at him, and he feels as if he needs to sit down if not just for a second; she’s knocked him back. God, what was he thinking, adolescent make the mind absent? Now he’s jealous as she said she would be, but there’s no reason for her to be, not yet, maybe not ever. He so badly wants to brush his hand across her check, kiss her perhaps, but he settles for a friendly embrace. He holds her tight as she does him, and he touches hr hair, and she whispers something to him. A comment about how good it is to see him again. To her he feels inviting and strong, holding her.

When she pulls away from him she smiles, but they don’t let go of each other. Each of them says something, but neither of them know what words have actually come out perhaps nice to see you, you look good, or maybe even I want you? They’re too busy looking at each other to even really care. How many years has it been? They wonder, but don’t calculate the time, it’s not important. The only time that is important is now. Both of them feel young just like it was before, the time when they were alone together. It wasn’t much, should have been more, but regretting takes up too much precious time. None of that is needed. There is only so much time left before he has to leave again, before she’ll return to her life, a life without him. They’ll talk , and hell hear her laugh, something he has never forgotten, and she’ll remember the nodding of his head as she talks about the past. They reminisce about each other, and what they remember, smiles, laughs, and even movements, and a day, a drive, slipping closer to him like he wanted. It was sweet, a flirting that made her smile. Then he kissed her, and she thought about him alone that only he would ever make her feel whole or make those butterflies dance in her stomach. That night it was dark, the light was how crazy she was for him. Again he feels the fool, and she feels overwhelmed, almost like clinging to him as if it will make more time. It’s about her though, and he makes sure of it.

When they part, it’s all over. Not their friendship or their feelings for each other, but the day is done their time together is over. To each other no one will fill that place, there’s something between them and its more than just distance. She tells him to close his eyes, and he’s reluctant, joking with her, but he does, he’ll always do what she asks. She kisses him. God, it’s a sweet reminder, the touch of her lips on his. It’s a kick in the guy, his regret, and when she pulls away he looks at her. Neither of them says anything about the kiss, and he know it will remain another unspoken connection between them. No on will have me like you do; no one will have me, only you.