I hear a knock on my door but I´m not expecting anyone.
Who could it be? who would know the password to my building?
I´m not afraid of what´s to come. I take a sip of my bottle of wine.
I see a silhouette by the door. I think I know who it is and I open it, ready to welcome my doom.
It´s you, in all your glory. The same man I loved many years ago.
Your face looks a bit older, you have more wrinkles around your eyes now.
But they´re still kind, your eyes. And of an impossible blue, enough to drown me.
You look desperate. You don´t know how to act. You play with the bracelets on your wrist because you don´t know what to do with your hands.
You want to put them on me and I´ll let you.
But first, let me look at you.
I touch your hair. It´s wet due to the rain. I put a piece of it behind your ear. You close your eyes, thankful I am touching you.
If you only knew how much I´ve dreamt of this. You at my doorstep, begging with your eyes for us to try again.
I kiss your forehead. You have to lean down first, of course. I kiss it and whisper welcoming wishes.
You can come into my life anytime. The place is yours.
You embrace me.
Oh, how I´ve longed to place my exhausted mind in your warm chest.
How I´ve longed to be yours again.
Remember the night we met? How we clicked so insanely that it felt like we had known each other in forever?
That night remains one of the best I´ve ever had. Even after all these years.
And seeing you here makes me think this will be a night to remember too.
You, with your wet hair, hairy chest, blue eyes and forgiving smile.
You finally put a hand on my waist. The other one, on the back of my neck. And you kiss me. And you mean it. You´ve missed me as much as I did you.
Remember how we used to say “maybe in a few years from now?”
This is it, isn´t it?
This is the right time for us. And it´ll always be the right time for us from now on.
I think I´ve loved you my whole life, but only realized it when I met you.
