I didn’t think that I would even see her last night. I was waiting on a very busy Whyte Ave with all the other Canadians when suddenly my phone began to vibrate. When I heard her voice I smiled. Apparently, her evening had taken a detour and she was on Whyte too.
We walked down the Ave, meeting people and having a good time. Then the time came that her ride was leaving. I’m not sure how the suggestion was brought up and I’m not sure that I really care – but her and her friend decided to stay over at my place.
We all sat on the balcony and watched the lightning flash in the sky. It was a chilly night, so I brought out my warm blanket for us to share. The rest all eventually went to sleep so we sat out there awhile longer. And when the cold started to snap at us, we hardly noticed. Her hand in mine, my head on her chest, her heart beating against my skin. And our lips touched. I cared about her so deeply for so long that I never thought what I wanted would ever actually happen.
When I woke with her in my arms, I never wanted the moment to end. I didn’t want to get out of bed, I didn’t want to drive the girls home, and I didn’t want the moment to end
