Rewrite

This is our story as I would end it…

You return.

Tell me you tried, that you did everything you could.

But you realized it was over.

And you felt sure about it, relieved even.

You tell me that you love me.

That you never stopped.

Explain how you constantly thought about me and how being away was torture.

You make sure to come visit because you just have to see me.

When we finally meet, we fall into each other’s arms and kiss and kiss.

We only stop to rush to the car so we can finally be alone together in the same space.

I drive like mad to my place and there we play out all the fantasies that have cycled around in our heads.

My heart pounds as we melt into each other, the sensation of actually being with you, having you, all of you, overwhelms me.

We entertain ourselves with our bodies for hours, not trusting that we can ever get enough.

Finally, exhausted and laying side by side, I smile as you smile back at me.

It is then that I know this time you really aren’t going anywhere.

This time, it’s for real.

This time, we are permanent.