It was 2:00 Friday afternoon and I was driving through the suburbs of Louisville, trying to find your car. I’d be driving the remaining two hours back to my house. I helped you put your bags in my trunk, and you grabbed my elbow. I wrapped my arms around you, and you wouldn’t let go. No one’s ever held me so tight. When you finally released me, you smiled and said “There’s a Smoothie King up the road. My treat.” It’s amazing how quickly we can fall into every habit that we used to have.
After lots of driving, casual conversation and dinner, I prepared you for the night. I introduced you to my three best friends as well as my family. You impressed them just like I knew you would. You made my friends laugh. You swept my mother off of her feet. We drank cosmos and played catchphrase with my friends. All five us watched tv, and I had never been so happy. You even fearlessly grabbed my hand, right there for everyone to see. And that was something you had never done before. You were such a gentleman on Friday. You even gave me three soft “goodnight” kisses before I fell asleep.
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