He raised up and looked at me, his mouth just a few inches from mine… and I knew I was in trouble when he said, “Okay.”
The distance didn’t exist anymore, and his lips were pressing, lightly sliding over mine. His tongue barely touched mine, a flick of teasing soft and then gone… and… This is perfection, love… wow…
It was completely fucking official. The last five years of my life had been for shit, because this was everything I really fucking wanted. He felt the same as I remembered, and he tasted the same, and that meant he was still mine.
So why didn’t I dive in? Why did I pull away, run one hand over his cheek, and mutter something about “old times’ sake”? Why did I smile when really I wanted to fucking cry at losing him all over again? the revelation… at last! I don’t understand why you, bro of my love, didn’t just give in and … be happy… just be happy… FOR ONCE! Enough suffering, enough pain, enough Simon… just be happy… with him… it seems so easy, love, doesn’t it?
Possibly slammed the door behind me, frustrated by my apparent inability to take hold of the gift fate was giving me and make it last. YEAH, MY LOVE, I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL…. I KNOW IT!
I dusted the snow off the windshield and hurried inside, reaching for the heat, too busy replaying every second of him in my head to give a fuck that I hadn’t gotten any food. And as I left the parking lot and turned -- in the opposite direction from Randy -- the snow turned into rain. so lyrical… and poetic… and metaphorical … the snow turning into rain…. Some hope, maybe?...
It wouldn’t be until three days later… almost as soon as I’d gotten back home to San Francisco… that I would get the call.
“Randy… Harrison? He’s in the hospital, Gale. I think it’s… bad.” NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
OK, NOW I’M FINISHED. :-P… hope you ARE happy :-P I put myself into this . I'm in "crazy bitch" mode now... and when I'm not? :-P... anyway, you know I'm very looking foward to the next part BUT NO PRESSURE, THOUGH! :-).
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The distance didn’t exist anymore, and his lips were pressing, lightly sliding over mine. His tongue barely touched mine, a flick of teasing soft and then gone… and… This is perfection, love… wow…
It was completely fucking official. The last five years of my life had been for shit, because this was everything I really fucking wanted. He felt the same as I remembered, and he tasted the same, and that meant he was still mine.
So why didn’t I dive in? Why did I pull away, run one hand over his cheek, and mutter something about “old times’ sake”? Why did I smile when really I wanted to fucking cry at losing him all over again? the revelation… at last! I don’t understand why you, bro of my love, didn’t just give in and … be happy… just be happy… FOR ONCE! Enough suffering, enough pain, enough Simon… just be happy… with him… it seems so easy, love, doesn’t it?
Possibly slammed the door behind me, frustrated by my apparent inability to take hold of the gift fate was giving me and make it last. YEAH, MY LOVE, I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL…. I KNOW IT!
I dusted the snow off the windshield and hurried inside, reaching for the heat, too busy replaying every second of him in my head to give a fuck that I hadn’t gotten any food. And as I left the parking lot and turned -- in the opposite direction from Randy -- the snow turned into rain. so lyrical… and poetic… and metaphorical … the snow turning into rain…. Some hope, maybe?...
It wouldn’t be until three days later… almost as soon as I’d gotten back home to San Francisco… that I would get the call.
“Randy… Harrison? He’s in the hospital, Gale. I think it’s… bad.” NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
OK, NOW I’M FINISHED. :-P… hope you ARE happy :-P I put myself into this . I'm in "crazy bitch" mode now... and when I'm not? :-P... anyway, you know I'm very looking foward to the next part BUT NO PRESSURE, THOUGH! :-).
LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU, my love.