Along for the Ride

Last night I reconnected with a dear friend. It was the first time I had seen her in over five years.

There I was, a stranger in a strange town. And walking up the stairs to the church, I heard her voice and her constant companion, her guitar, singing a familiar song. And it raised goosebumps, as it always does.

We have a... past. She was the "other girl" for a very very short period of time. Since our time had come and gone, we still managed to stay in contact, and we managed to stay friends. Last night I saw her perform, then I ended up bringing her home.

We stayed up way late into the night, curled around each other, wading into the shallow end of lust. It didn't feel like we were reconnecting. It simply felt like we had been set on pause for far too long.

Curled around each other, we spent most of our time talking about the fall-out created in our separate lives by our inappropriate time together. We laughed over the chaos it caused.

The funny thing was, at our most intimate, we spent it talking about how much in love we where... with our significant others.

No sex, just laying on our mutual lust. Sharing our joy.

The greatest gift I ever gave her was I was the muse and inspiration for her most critically acclaimed song. The one that tugs at everyones hearts every time she sings it.

I wish I could give her an even greater gift. I wish I could give her the ability to see the radiance and joy on her face. The glow she gets when she talks about the boy she loves.

*That* would be the greatest of gifts I could give her, I think.

It was nice. I hope to do it again sometime.