Three years. Three years it had been since I last saw the stunningly beautiful DA. I had just about forgotten about him. Forgotten about how much desire I had for him. How easy our conversation had come. How we could talk and flirt and laugh and dance with minimal effort but with much adoration.
On New Year’s Eve, surrounded by some of the most beautiful people, in my favorite club in the world, DA walked into the room. My heart stopped. So tall and lanky and with cheekbones that could cut paper. So striking and so gorgeous, yet so humble and quiet he is.
I gave him a big hug when all I wanted to do was smother him in kisses. I wanted to show him how much I had missed him and how I will always desire him. We danced and talked throughout the night. He stayed close to me for the entire evening. We stole moments outside away from the noise and the crowd. Lots of new things have happened in his life since we were last in contact with one another. I asked him if he was happy. He said not exactly, but that he hoped to get there soon. I sort of wished he had asked me the same. I would have said that I was at that moment.
I can’t help but fantasize about what a great partnership we would make. Yes, I have lustful thoughts about a lot of people. But my feelings for DA go well beyond lust and have sustained their strength for many years apart. I play the “what if” game. There are so many obstacles in our lives. Yet I truly hope that one day DA and I will get a chance to try each other out. And not just with a stolen kiss. I want to hold hands and walk through the romantic cobble stone streets of life together.
