I didn't notice you at first, hidden behind the wooden door. You were doing the regular routine before coming into the house, removing your shoes to keep the dirt from coming in. I greeted your brother who was doing the same thing. Everything seemed normal to me. He smiled at my obliviousness, soon after I realized.
What was I to do first? Hold my scream in or let it out. I did both, one after the other. I stood there for a moment, wondering if things were real. I could feel my heart pumping through my chest. Much more than it ever had. Then I wrapped my arms around your neck and my legs around your waist and breathed in the new foreign, but fresh scent you had acquired over the years.
I couldn't let you go.
It's been so long. I couldn't let you go if I tried. So you walked slowly into the kitchen, arms snaking around my back and supporting my weight on yours.
You put my down on the kitchen table and I placed my arms around your waist, my head on your chest. I stole every opportunity just to feel you and be with you again. Seemed almost endless, really. What's funny is that we never really had anything official, no. I don't know how to explain what we had. Maybe it was just 'special.' Almost non-existent but special. I'm just as confused as you are.
But I just stayed there, sitting on the kitchen table with my arms linked tightly around your waist, and yours (which had grown stronger since the last time I'd seen you) were placed gently around me.
We just stayed there.
Wow, that was a strange dream.
