The Beginning of Me + B

Me + B
August 6, 2017

He appeared from a twenty-four year dream, he snapped his fingers. My eyes were open and he was standing in front of me. My mouth uttered words which formed a sort of greeting, though I am not sure what more.

I compacted my thoughts, and took inventory of him in the doorway. His nervous smile, the gentle yet confident way he held himself, his messy summer hair and burnt skin. He was so distractingly handsome, I failed to look him in the eyes as he spoke.

We shuffled between topics, and settled into our opposite seats, he on a couch, I in a chair. Suddenly, a door opened, and a flood of words exchanged between us. Serious, deep, thoughtful, graceful, words and words, spun into a fabric that enveloped our minds and our hearts, pouring everything out onto the canvas.

We began laughing. We were tossing and catching moods and emotions, and I felt a past self appear into my being once again, a version that I thought had been lost in childhood. I was whole and real and true. And he saw it.

What is happening? I smiled to myself and cancelled my plans for the night. I think I am never going to leave you. We migrated to the same couch, he laid his head in my lap, and we laughed again, dragging jokes out for far too long, connections forming as quickly as we spun them. My face hurt, my sides hurt, everything hurt, just the way it is supposed to.

After six hours he walked me to the door. We kissed, innocently, inevitably, naturally, just as simple as that. There were no questions. No wandering thoughts or wonderings. Just me and him, as he appeared, there in the doorway.
"Do you want to stay for a little bit longer?" he asked.
"Yes."