He picked me up...hugged me tightly...opened the car door for me...walked on the side closest to the street...pulled out my chair...sat close...held my hand...let's pretend for one night...I'm the man in your life... We enjoyed the show together, whispered thoughts, smiled at each other, kept our energies just between the two of us. Silent understandings. The time is easy. As it always is when we are together. When we are together. He is cool...hilarious...silly...kind... sweet...sexy. And we are...sporadic. Occasional. Sometimes. Which is usually okay. Usually understood. But, this night, I was soaking up him being the man in my life, for this one night. And on this one night, I wanted him to be the man in my life. I wanted to not pretend. I wanted him to be...my him. Because...I do have the heart to fall in love all over again. Yes. I want to turn down this song, stop pretending and go for what is beyond tonight. Now, if only he wants to sing a new song too...sigh...
bmorebaplife
8 years ago