You really can’t go back…can you?
They say you never forget your first love. I didn’t. But maybe I should have. Sometimes when you play with fire, you get burned.
He stood across from me and I wondered why we were in this strange, smoky place with all these odd people milling aimlessly around murmuring words but not really saying anything.
He had his usual self-confident, self-assured smile on his face. I loved that smile. As he leaned toward me, perhaps to kiss me, someone in the suddenly silent room whispered for all to hear. “She’s departed from her mind, you know.”
He hesitated then, tilting his head to the side, placing his hands lightly on my shoulders.
“I guess there will be no romancing tonight…” His smile had disappeared from his face.
“Not me. Not me,” I said softly.
Then he drew me to him, holding me so close…and safe…just like before…all those years ago.
“It’s not too late then?” He asked with a wondering that lingered in the air. His words brushing my ear so only I could hear.
“No,” I said quietly. “I’ve dreamed about you for so long. I thought I would never see you again.”
He pulled back a little, those dark eyes searching mine, and then…pausing slightly as he had always done…kissed me gently on my lips.
And then I woke up…cheeks wet with tears.