Its funny how we remember some things so clearly, what we were doing, what we were wearing, where we sat, the taste of the food.... and I remember nothing about any of that, all I remember is how I felt so completely happy, as if Iwere a twin meeting a long lost other half, how complete I felt in his company. I remmebr how we laughed and talked and laughed and that first sweet kiss....how our lips touched so tenderly and tentively, not sure why it was happening then, so quickly, or why we had waited so long. I remember the explosion that was going on in my heart.
He led me by the hand, to the bedroom, and there on my bed in the afternoon sunshine we made love to each other...really for the first time in my life I understood what it meant, and as the sun set and the evening closer in we lay in each others arms and felt the warmth of this friendship change into something else. we laughed and talked and dozed and made more sweet love until the sun rose again, for me it was the most perfect day of my life so far. And as the rest of the world was going about its business my world was paused in ultimate happiness and joy. And then he was leaving, having to go back to work, I felt my heart woudl break without him, I had no car, he worked shifts in the fast food resturant near his house, . I was too frightened off his answer to ask him when he would be back, and he smiled at me I as stood in the doorway and said "Friday". Oh god, he was coming back,,,,,,"but I dont finish till 9 and I have to be back on saturday for 2pm, but I will be here." and he got in his car and went.
The flat seemd devoid of life as I got into my bed and wrapped myself in the duvet, holding the pillow close to my face so I could still smell him, feel his prescence in my bed, and as I looked at the clock on the bedside table to wok out how many hours it would be till he came back , there in the dust, he had drawn a heart.
I sobbed into the pillow with a big grin on my face, the hours didnt matter any more because I KNEW he would be back on Friday.
