2:34 p.m. - 2007-10-09
Damn those reruns are good
I just returned from a work lunch function and found myself thinking of WBC while everyone else just talked about nonsense around the table. With the conversation in full force all around me, I sat quietly thinking about our evening; thinking about things. First and foremost, I thanked God for bringing him into my life and then questioned how in the world did I ever get so lucky to meet him out of all of the people in the world? And having him say he is sick is like me saying I am sick. I get it, he got it...we just do. There is no pretense, there is no time for anything but honesty and realness. There are no lies, no secrets, nothing but this moment...because there might not be another moment ....that he is on borrowed time and so am I and I want him to know that I think he is worth it.
Did he feel the connection like I did? Hell yes, and I know it. I felt his energy, and I felt his blanket of warmth when he said those things to me.
And when he said that he never wanted the evening to end, that is when I knew. That this was what it was to have a connection that was normal and real. That being close to him felt so natural and easy, and his ways captivated me like no other.
And then I just got caught in the replay moment....over and over, thinking of his laugh, our conversations, his soft personality, the way he kissed me, his tongue, his humor...until someone said "KO, what in the hell are you thinking about with that far away look in your eye?"
Busted....and pushed back into the ever world of reality.
Damn, those reruns are good!
