It was perfect, Or was it?

We had done the merry-go-round a number of times. It started again with a simple text message. But it brought laughter to both our eyes. And I cried when he called me back. We met later that evening. He held me close that entire evening. And I sat closer. And I knew we had come to a different place. We had come

Back to One

Back to New

Back to Us.

The Us that I'd waited for two long months or six long years... the 'Us' I'd waited to be a part of, to feel - we had come back to us. It felt like a new beginning. At the same time, it felt like we were going back to our beginning. Whatever it was, it didn't matter because it felt right. The past had finally been dealt with. We'd moved on. And I was so glad our move did not exclude each other. We still wanted each other. We talked about everything. There was one unanswered question but that didn't scare me much. It unnerved me - yes. But I figured that was that and we'll come to it eventually.

And over the months, my hold tightened. The Us that, up until those two hours spent , I refused to put faith or future dreams in; to open myself up and become wholly vulnerable to, suddenly became real. The Us I had for so long steadfastly protected myself, my heart, from.

It was another day when we strolled down the pier and listened intently only to each other, it was lovely, sure, but that evening we embarked upon an even more scenic voyage.

He grabbed my hand in his, slid each of his fingers delicately through mine and squeezed tightly.

He'd never done this before.

The evening was perfect- Neither of us noticed any warmth or chill.

I listened to every breath and it finally made sense.

As we walked away that evening, and back to our respective homes, I was filled with thoughts and feelings that now I'm certain I'll never live to see recognized. Jolted back to hurtful reality today, I can't help but wander.... Was it all just a dream?