Imagine, If You Will

When you came over to show me that photo… and you stood so close to me. So close our hips and shoulders were pressed together for a moment (only a moment)…

What if, instead of just letting you tell your story, I had turned to look at you, reaching up with my left hand, placing it lightly on your cheek while looking into your eyes… and kissed you.

Were the kids even around then? I don't think they were… But as I said earlier, I could barely see what was happening beyond you…

Imagine… if I had missed an opportunity to kiss you because I was too busy paying attention to you.

I suppose there are worse reasons.

And, anyways. I don't know if you would have really welcomed it (yet)…

Or would you have? Are you as desperate to know how it feels as I am? Do my lips call to yours like yours do to mine? Did you lie awake in bed last night, thinking about the night, thinking about how amazing it was, thinking about how wonderful it was to get to spend that time together? About how we made it happen… How you made it happen. I mean, I suppose I deserve a participation ribbon, but you pulled the weight…

Gosh, I so want to kiss you. You have no idea.

But no regrets from last night, my love. None at all. Many things kept me up last night, but regrets weren't one of them. In fact…

I'm pretty sure I've been walking around with a big stupid grin on my face all day.

Being around you just makes me happy.

You just make me happy.

Is it really so wrong that I just want to be happy? And hope that you are, too?

sigh

Until next time, my love, whenever it might be…

(I miss you already…)

Yours,
♒️