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There was this most cutest girl I was close friends with in university. We shared so much fun and great moments and activities back in the day. We flirted all the time, but I did so innocently.... because I knew she had a boyfriend back in her home town. I respected her. We were best of friends, but I secretly loved her. There was once a time at my place, we were just goofing around, and she pulled off my hat and playfully kept it away from me. In the ensuing struggle for the hat, she fell on top of my on my waterbed. Our lips only an inch away, our vision connected, altering between our lips and our eyes. That one 7 second awkward moment broken by me, "Well it's getting late...." I said blushingly, and we gently rolled off the bed, cherry red.
She had a long way to walk alone... an hour along side the Rideau Canal. So I walked with her for protection sake to the half way point. It started raining. We walked briskly, and at one point held her hand to keep up with me. I twitched from the touch, like butterflies you know... We stopped underneath a cobblestone bridge for shelter. We were wet, a little chilly... She was cute and short, so she got on the ledge next to the support beams so we could be at the same level. She held me, and I held her back, thinking she wanted to keep innocently warm. We chatted and chatted... We then had another of those awkward moments I mentioned in the first paragraph. Though this time, our lips touched. A surge of electric like sensation tingled through my entire body. We kissed pationately, incessantly. My emotions were overwhelmed. I never had such an intense kiss in my life. After a few stuttering words, mostly made up with a few WOWs... we parted each other's ways. I never saw her again, but got to see her briefly in Montreal about a year or so later, just to see what we were up to... then never again.
I dreamed Friday that I met up with her in Ottawa again after not seeing her for well over a decade, had a nice dinner with her, walked where Obama walked earlier, and walked and walked... until we reached the same cobblestone bridge we parted years earlier. We 'randomly' stood where we stood where we first and last kissed while in college. We kissed... and kissed... and kissed... We ended up spending the whole weekend together in Montreal making up for all the lost time. The details in this dream are all lucid, but the rest I will keep to myself.
I'm back in Toronto, and just had the most amazing dream that lasted the whole weekend. I can't believe I slept from Friday till today 
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Short time TA, Long time Guver, Good time giver.
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