Much to our astonishment, you are sitting across from me. Stretched along the length of my leather couch, an empty wine glass dangles from your fingers. I lean closer to your face, the smell of alcohol filling the small space between us. I place my palm upon your cheek, feeling the familiar brown stubble from your lack of a good shave. You reach over and run your hand through my tousled curls, a look of bewilderment settled upon your beautifully matured face.
You are just as shocked to be in this position as I am; neither of us thought you'd ever be back here. Now that you are, it's like you never left. We are surrounded by familiarity; the laughs of a late night talk show humming from the TV, the cool air drifting in from the open window, our warm bodies pressed together by an irresistible attraction.
Suddenly I am eighteen again, and everything I've remembered for ten years, everything about you that I found so captivating, is lying right before me; your favorite silver chain resting around your neck, the little dots of brown in your brilliantly green eyes, your heart racing touch when your gentle hands explore my body.
Time didn't help me lose the love I had for you. My mind still holds every unique memory we made together, both good and bad. I still remember struggling with college classes, but hearing your comforting voice to make it all better. Or the guilty rush we'd get from ditching our friends at a frat party, just to be alone with each other. And whenever you confidently told me you loved me, even when I spilled my food in the dining hall. I knew that no other guy could love a girl as much as you loved me; the way you carefully kept your arm around me in a large crowd, how you would leave me hand written notes that I faithfully kept in an old shoebox, and the way you spoke my name like it was liquid gold on your tongue.
You chillingly whisper a few memorable words in my ear and I feel my head turn to a daze. We are drunk from the wine, but no amount of alcohol can make me forget this moment. And no amount of time can make me forget what could have been, what should have been.
You are just as shocked to be in this position as I am; neither of us thought you'd ever be back here. Now that you are, it's like you never left. We are surrounded by familiarity; the laughs of a late night talk show humming from the TV, the cool air drifting in from the open window, our warm bodies pressed together by an irresistible attraction.
Suddenly I am eighteen again, and everything I've remembered for ten years, everything about you that I found so captivating, is lying right before me; your favorite silver chain resting around your neck, the little dots of brown in your brilliantly green eyes, your heart racing touch when your gentle hands explore my body.
Time didn't help me lose the love I had for you. My mind still holds every unique memory we made together, both good and bad. I still remember struggling with college classes, but hearing your comforting voice to make it all better. Or the guilty rush we'd get from ditching our friends at a frat party, just to be alone with each other. And whenever you confidently told me you loved me, even when I spilled my food in the dining hall. I knew that no other guy could love a girl as much as you loved me; the way you carefully kept your arm around me in a large crowd, how you would leave me hand written notes that I faithfully kept in an old shoebox, and the way you spoke my name like it was liquid gold on your tongue.
You chillingly whisper a few memorable words in my ear and I feel my head turn to a daze. We are drunk from the wine, but no amount of alcohol can make me forget this moment. And no amount of time can make me forget what could have been, what should have been.
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