Happy birthday dear shelley6441 !
Have a wonderful day with love, joy, sunshine and happiness!
I wish you all the very best.
This little something is for you.
I remember the time when you often came over to my house.
We spent many a night drinking, talking and solving the serious problems of the world.
It was one of the nights in August – it was too hot and too sticky - when I automatically removed my shirt. You stared at me and for the first time I felt naked and awkward.
Maybe I was filled with subconscious guilt for imbibing in the forbidden. I certainly felt none.
Without thinking about it, I moved to sit beside you. Our legs touched. Our arms, too.
You tentatively reached out toward my hands, I instinctively reached for yours.
We sat there – unmoving – just holding hands when I said – I still don’t know where the courage came from – “I wish that we could grow old in one night and never be apart…”
It seemed so natural, so reasonable. When your lips touched my shoulder it felt so good. I shivered in the warm room. You had the look of love in your eyes.
This night we drank too much red wine, you were too drunk to go home and I was too drunk to drive.
So we fell into bed. You lay there, close to passing out. I didn’t want it to end.
When I kissed you, you kissed me back. Over and over again until we fell asleep.
Next morning we had two of the worst hangovers within memory. The previous night was not mentioned. After a cup of black coffee, you left.
I took some extra strong headache tablets and after looking over the Sunday paper and forcing down a bit of breakfast, I felt almost human. I wondered how it had happened. What had happened at all? I still felt your lips on mine, your breath on my face, your lashes on my cheeks.
You came back a couple of hours later. We were talking about the night, talking about yourself, talking about us, overenthusiastic, excited, shy, enchanted, too. When all was said our breathing slowed and we softly kissed. Like the night before. And yet quite different: we kissed like lovers.
This wasn’t the end – It was the beginning.
Now – almost a quarter of century later – I’m still in awe that we are together. There is your gentle loving heart, caring for me – your brilliant grown-up mind but still within the playful child.
Whenever you smile at me I’m sure this will last.
Much much longer.
Thanks to you, Casey.