moments. strung together. virtually. in real life. moments.
it’s been so long. in her mind it’s been forever. walking down the long hallway, she’s distracted by the jumbled thoughts tumbling about her mind when the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and a buzzing rushes through her being. looking up, a gasp escapes as she feels her smile grow wider and her knees go weak. before she can take a breath he’s right in front of her. even with her blue suede heels on she has to look up. and in that nanosecond her heart drops into her stomach.
and then the freefall she experiences each an every first time they kiss. and they are kissing. he’s kissing her and she’s kissing him. she isn’t sure if the tears that threaten to spill over are tears of the built up longing or the tears of sadness that are sure to come in less than 30-hours later when they say farewell. again. just as her knees buckle his arms go around her, supporting her, pulling her closer into him. she’s missed him. dammit. she’s missed herself with him. she’s missed. this.
she recalls the sound of the door closing and her briefcase barely comes to rest on the couch when he pulls her close again. falling. that’s all she is aware of. the sensation of falling. the blur of her dress hitting the floor and the way her body responds to his low growl of approval at the sight of her wearing the nipple-less bra just for him. no mention of the most recent surgical scars or other changes due to treatments. unbridled desire and the need to touch her. to taste her. to reassure her that he is indeed real.
they finally part long enough to say “hey” as she takes in their temporary haven. five. three. five.
is me is really me 