The scene was set.
My mind was reeling through movies just like this.
The sun was setting behind the overpass.
We were at a park across from a freeway.
There was cement everywhere.
He was leaving me again.
I was so in love.
He was my best friend.
He didn't see me as more than that.
And he was saying goodbye.
I leapt into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist.
This should have scared him to death.
But it didn't.
He pulled me closer and buried his face in my neck.
An unusual display of affection and very much appreciated.
I wanted to cry.
Why was he always leaving?
Why couldn't he stay with me for once?
He sensed my discomfort and whispered softly,
"What can I do to make this better?"
Those words struck a chord in my heart.
I ran my fingers through his hair and said,
"Nothing."
He held me for a long time, letting me me know it was hurting him to leave too.
When he set me down, I gave him one last hug.
As I pulled away, I turned my head to kiss his cheek.
He did the same so we ended up kissing the corners of our mouths.
I was shocked but didn't say anything for fear of making it awkward.
We began walking in opposite directions.
I felt the lingering kiss tingling on my lips.
My heart was so heavy I could barely move.
Just then I felt an invisible string being pulled between us.
He was slowly walking closer and closer to my side.
And then I felt him grab my hand.
I smiled and turned around.
His lips were on mine and I melted into his arms.
His kissed me again and again and I didn't stop him.
Then he pulled back and smiled.
"I can't believe I didn't do that sooner," he said.
"I wish you had," I said, sadly.
He looked at me with tender eyes and opened his mouth to speak.
I blinked and found myself in bed, huddled under the covers.
The sunlight glared at me through the window.
It was obnoxiously happy.
I flipped it off.
"Thanks for waking me up, ass," I mumbled to no one.
