Beautiful Disaster

Reunited

"He's soft to the touch
But frayed at the ends he breaks
He's never enough
And still he's more than I can take"

I pull off the highway and find a hotel to stay at. Tired and weary, I shower and shave and prepare to get some rest. Even though my body is drained and exhausted, my mind is going 90 miles an hour. I lady down in the soft sheets and rest my head.

Before I know it, my mind behind to dig up all the old memories. Good, bad, rough, and easy. I picture him almost as if he is right there with me. My Heart begins to smile at this reunion.

Daylight breaks and awakens me. A quick shower and I'm off again. the path is clear and out doesn't take long to make it back home. I pull in my parent's drive next to an unfamiliar vehicle. As I step out, I am greeted by my parents.

They inform me of a surprise they have in store for me. As we make our way inside, a figure in a chair back to, begins to stand.
Turning around, I notice that it's Devin. He hadn't changed a bit since last saw him.

I give in to my instinctual urge and give him a big hug. His touch is just as soft, and gentle as I remember it. The rest off the day is spent being together, all of us. He remains by my side aft all times like I'm his anchor keeping him stable. In the moments alone, he steals a kiss from my forehead or cheeks.
The day slips by and beforeI know it, we are relaxing like we used to during many a sleep over. This time instead of either one of us making the floor our sleeping spot, we share my old full size bed. We cuddle for what seems like hours and kiss passionately. I feel nervous, wondering if he I might have been what he needed all along.

We wake in the morning and make our way to the kitchen. After eating, we make our way downtown. Our time is spent in a little cafe. I am him about what happened since we last spoke, but he didnt seem to want to talk about it.
"It's not important" or "it doesn't matter" seemed to be his favorite responses to it whenever I ask. The more I try, the more he seemed like he is about to break down.
I can sense that he still looks down on himself from the way he acts, seemed like that part never changed.

We make our way back to my parent's house in the evening. As I get ready I feel like the care of him may require a lot more than anticipated, and getting him to open up again is going to be a must.
I lay down with his arms wrapped around me. He leans over me gently, enough to be able to kiss my forehead. He mentions how I'm still too sweet as I begin to drift off.

When I wake up, I roll over and whisper good morning. I reach out to wrap my arms around him and discover he's not there. As I open my eyes to look around, I notice that not only is he not there, but I'm not there as well. I stare bewildered at the hotel walls. Partly saddened, yet partly relieved, I return to slumber a little longer before making having to get up and back on the road.