Fate Is A Funny Thing

I did a double take when I saw your name in my inbox. I even sat back in my chair and hit the refresh icon, three times. So many memories flooded my brain. Butterflies. Firsts. Patience. Wow. I'm at a loss for words. You always did that to me. Nobody else ever could. I miss that. I've missed you. You were always so generous. Your praise. Your touch. Your love. The way your eyes sparkled when they squinted up with your sly smile. Damn sexy. Damn. Soft hands. Hmmm. How time brings about change. How interesting a time it is. How fascinating you picked this time to reach out to me. All these years. For now, I will cherish the written words we exchange. I long for the moment I hear your voice. See your face. Feel your breath. Your hair. Your hands. Soft hands. I close my eyes and see your face. Your laughing. You take my hand and lead me into the sunshine. The scent of lilacs drift along the breeze.