I hadn’t seen you in nine years. A mutual friend suggested that the three of us get together for “closure.” A week later we met at Black Angus for dinner.
The two of you were already there and seated. I went into the bathroom and freshened my makeup, brushed my hair, pulled down my shirt and sucked in my stomach. Don’t show any emotion; you can always get up and leave, I told myself as the hostess walked me back to the table.
Not able to face you, I turned to her. “Hi,” I said. Glancing at you, I saw a profound sadness behind your eyes. A lot had happened since I had last seen you. You were a different man… very different. We said hello’s as I sat down and ordered a drink from the waitress.
As the evening went on, we renewed our friendship. Soon we were talking as though we had seen each other just yesterday. We tried to include her in our conversation, but we had known each other for fourteen years before we “lost touch” and there was a lot to catch up on. Finally it was time to go.
You and I walked out to the parking lot. I unlocked the car door and turned around to say goodbye. There you were. Slowly you came closer and gave me a soft sweet kiss. I melted. Oh!! No!! I had done everything that I could to try to teach my boyfriend to kiss like that. All this time, I had been trying to recapture Your kiss.
It was that kiss that told me how much I truly loved you. First kiss of a sort. We’ve been married now for eleven years. Still the best kisser ever!
I love it! =)
This was really delightful and sweet to read.
would you believe every word is true? all those yrs later trying to recapture a kiss! go figure.
Where are you guys now? Shall we start this up again?