When a hand pulled me
from the shadows of the janitor closet
i wasn't expecting it to be you.
Actually, no.
I wasn't expecting it to be you.
I wanted it to be you.
"Shh," you said, breath tickling my cheeks,
making my heart race miles,
blood rushing, stomach fluttering, toes curling…
Ethan, I had really missed this.
"What?" I whispered,
noting how your eyes clouded as my
b r e a t h caressed the hair on your
forehead.
You suddenly pulled me in for a
h u g.
Everything stopped.
Your breathing,
my breathing,
no eyes fluttered,
no legs moved,
no voices heard;
Everything stopped.
Except for two hearts.
They were trying to
w
i
n
each other in a synchronised marathon.
And I knew you could feel mine like how I could feel y o u r s.
"Christmas," you exhaled in my ear, "under the town Christmas tree. 5 sharp."
Your hand moved to
rest snuggly in the small of my back.
My hands moved around your neck,
burying myself in you,
through a muted happiness too painful to bear.
That was all the answer we both wanted.
This was going to be the
bestChristmas
ever.