There I was…working…you know…what most people do Monday thru Friday…answering the phone & helping direct people in the way they needed to go…I was glancing out the front door & I saw a man…strolling my way…yes…strolling…he almost had a hop in his step…his frame & profile looked like I knew who it was…but thought…no…never in a million years would he be in town…I turned around to sign for a package that the delivery guy was dropping off…when I turned back around…there he was…standing at my desk…with that smile on his face…the smile that always gets him anything in the world that he wants…with his eyes lit up…I swear I looked straight into his soul…I remember those eyes…I use to spend hours gazing into them…what his eyes didn’t say…his body language said the rest…to be honest…I long for those Sunday afternoons when we just hung out around the house…being next to each other…our legs touching if nothing else…we would do the crossword puzzle together…took turns reading the comics…which lead to us having a make out session...then we would cook something from an island…that he learned to fix…always something exotic…always something refreshing…always new.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
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