Head In The Past, Feet In The Present

We were boys. We were young and carefree.

And you were beautiful, the most beautiful boy I knew, and I was drawn to you. I didn’t know why and I didn’t care why.

Being around you was a feeling I wanted to last together. You didn’t seem not to like it either.

The times we would laugh. The times we would be mad at each other – was I even really mad at those time. The role plays – Oh the role plays. I looked forward to them and whenever you declined, I wanted to throw a fit and punch you somewhere it would hurt.

You would always play the dad and I the mom. It never did matter to me who played who. All that mattered was that I got to feel your lips on mine, its bare taste, never wanting to pull away from its touch. That I would lay beside you, skin to skin, under the dark of the blanket.

Whatever happened outside I didn’t care.

I moved, you moved, we grew apart. We lost contact.

Our memories still danced in my head as the years passed, as I wondered if we would ever happen.

Then I got your friend request on Facebook. A smile stretched across my face as I went through your pictures.

Later, we talked. It quickly became evident that we really did grow apart. I hated this.

My memories of us as little boys were rekindled, but I said nothing. I wasn’t sure about you.

But then you asked if I remembered. I said I did. Suddenly, inexplicably, I was angry and I was happy.

Good old times, you called them. And I laughed and downplayed it. “Maybe I just liked the kisses.” In another moment, I would have said, “I loved kissing you.”

But I did miss those times and I wanted you to know.

You said you’d call, and you haven’t. I would if I wasn’t so nervous.

I still wonder if we will ever happen.

I think I might never like anyone as much as I liked you – as much as I like you.

I wonder if we will ever happen.

I want to know.

Written by Charles