As was typical of the young and stupid, we simply lived in the moment and never realized that life wasn’t always going to be that good or that simple, that time marches on, and that the only thing constant in our lives would be change. Or am I, as usual, over-thinking things and simply conducting myself as warranted and expected. She should be home with me, in our bed, making love slowly, fucking wildly, or giggling as I play connect-the-freckles with my fingertips, lips, and tongue. If I’m going to bite the bullet and go, I need to get it in gear. What the hell? There’s no more than a handful of cereal in the box… I guess she might have been right about making a list before you actually go grocery shopping. I tell myself that showering, shaving, and dressing are not necessarily a commitment to anything more than good hygiene. If I’m going to spend yet another Friday night home alone, I might as well get comfortable. Yes, we had appreciated what we had then, but not enough. She closed her eyes when we kissed, but opened them while our faces were still touching. It was a gentle admonishment, followed quickly by a full-on lip lock that said “long or short, I’m about to do something to you that will
