So I went back to San Diego for a few days, I forgot how many good friends I actually have....
And I saw a certain someone....guess who....Satan, 4 hours of playful teasing, flirtation and cuddling.
He's really grown up, and I found myself falling for him again as he kissed my cheek and nearly fell asleep with my head on his chest....he respected my boundaries and was sweet and sincere.
He even gave my a gentle kiss as we said our goodbyes.
But now my heart and head are both a terrible mess, and I wonder if all this was merely because he's lonely....or if that look he gave me as he brushed my hair from my face meant something.
Did he feel that connection too?
The same connection from years ago, when time around could cease to exist when we looked into each other's eyes....
I felt that same uncertainty and gentleness from him that I used to before I unwittingly broke his heart.
He gave me those same intense looks that belong only in movies...
I wish I could make sense of all this, but maybe we're like the characters in the novel The Solitude of Prime Numbers; doomed to be in love, with the paths of our lives moving in the same direction, yet never crossing.
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