"Pleeeease Hendrick please."
He puts his hand on my pelvis, leans down and whispers in my ear.
"You don't know how much I love to hear you beg me, like you desperately need me more than air."
"I do." I whisper back.
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He embraces me for a hug. He instantly warms me and feels like home. We break the hug far too quickly.
Casually you ask "Sooo, What's up?"
"Ummm I'm not sure how to say what I need to say or how I feel. I've been writing a lot... about you.
I guess I always considered you the one that got away. I was counting down the days till that wedding I was in because I knew you'd be there.
I'd finally get to see you or maybe even talk to you after all that time. And I totally chocked. (He laughs and I smile at him.)
I began to rant. "I don't remember our conversation at all or even how it ended.
I'm mortified not knowing. Did I walk away, did you say bye, did I say bye? I have no idea. I completely blacked out and now can't recall.
It was such a highlight moment that I had been waiting for, for years. YEARS. Yet as hard as I try, I can't recall for the life of me." (End of rant. we both laugh)
"You seemed a little distracted or uninterested, you were asked to go help with something by the bride. I did tell you it was nice to see you, and you walked away, and then I got up and went outside for a cigarette."
