Every other week I would receive a text from him. No decorative words just a simple greeting and nothing more. The virus kept us apart but heartache became the main factor. As we began to sober up from a drunk filled fantasy I still believed that there was something special about us. Facing a new reality he found love for me once again. Through short conversations about life we became supportive friends , sharing stories about our day. Laughter kept us smiling and wondering if we still felt the same. So one day we decided to meet despite the danger that floated in the air.
I got ready, thinking about what I missed. His smell and the taste of soft lips all came back to me. While putting lip gloss on, I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door and there he stood smiling at me. Stepping forward he gave me a single red rose. This gesture of sweetness made me smile and hug him gently. We sat on the couch and watched a movie while he laid upon my lap. Then it became clear that we both yearned for the same joy. I sat in the right frame of mind at the moment but heartache kept poking at me. Then as I pulled away his desire tried to bring me back but it was too late.