Two and a half years of memories flashed in the corner of my mind like a movie played super fast only for me to see. “Only when I’m having a really good dream,” I replied sheepishly. He laughed a happy laugh and continued talking to me about this and that with my head still on his lap, his hand still stroking my head.
I can only assume what was going through his mind when I sleepily reached both hands to his face to draw him closer to my own. But the look of surprise on his face told me just how shocked he was that I had finally kissed him.
The kiss was bittersweet. It was almost as if we had both come here to write the last page to a book that we started writing years ago but never finished. All that was missing was the “and they lived happily ever after” where they kiss and ride off together. But we never had that and we never would. We only had one kiss that was way overdue and at this point wouldn’t bring much happiness but rather closure. Sure there were many kisses after that but that was more lust than love. Only that one kiss held any value to either of us. The kiss I had denied him over and over when we were much younger for fear of tainting our friendship with something that could easily destroy it.
“Only when I’m having a really good dream” I said out loud to myself when I awoke to an empty room. Sadness overtook me but I didn’t cry. Had It really been just a dream? If it had then why did his scent linger on my pillows? “Oh well,” I replied to myself “I guess it’s time to wake up.”
“And though Cinderella and her prince did live happily ever after, the point, gentleman, is that they lived.”