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Just A Story - Chapter 11
Do I have a knack or something? I seem to interrupt guys in the middle of playing with their magic stick, as Fred Downsley, my late husband, used to call it. After a long day at the office I opened the door to the hallway and seeing my son, Paul, with his hand inside his boyfriend's pants is really not the way a mother wants or needs to be greeted.
until I get a kiss," I said.
gave me a quick peck on the cheek.
was your kiss! Come on!"
pushed out my bottom lip and did my cutest pout. I don't know how I did
it, but I managed to squeeze out a tear. It worked, he came running back.
Pushed me backwards so I fell on to my bed and climbed on top of me. In
an instant his lips found mine in a passionate, extremely passionate kiss!
I love making out with you too!" I whispered as he
kissed my neck. I was like so hot for him I just wanted to make love;
go all the way! Right now!
called out again. Charlie jumped up and went to the door, opened it and
said, "Come on, let's go before we make a mess!"
had a great dinner. Us guys offered to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen.
I know Charlie was anxious to give me a gift he'd made for me because
we were completely finished in less than fifteen minutes!
I spend the night?"
heart felt like it skipped a beat and then was racing.
Yes! Spend the night! Spend a lifetime! Spend forever and beyond with
me!" I said.
checked with the moms and they gave their consent.
we got to my room Charlie handed me a CD - Russell Watson - The Voice.
I'd never heard of him, but I recognized some of the titles of the music.
this is my gift?" I asked, slightly disappointed because opera is
not my favorite kind of music.
He smiled, "No, there is a piece on that I think is so beautiful and it will set the mood. Go on, put on the music.
forever and beyond, where did you get that?" he asked.
said it to Em and she told me that you told her you would love me beyond
forever. It got me thinking - I realized something. You loved me unconditionally.
If this lifetime is but a moment of all the lifetimes to come and is but
a moment in lifetimes that have been, then love of a person because he
or she is a he or a she is so temporary that one could almost call it
infatuation, not love. You may think I'm crazy or nuts but I know I have
lived before, maybe millions of times, and I feel like I've always known
you and that we've been together before. When, where, for how long, I
don't remember, but I know, I just know. And I know that I have loved
you before, I love you now, and I love you beyond forever."
turned to look at Charlie and he had tears streaming down his face. I
walked over to him and we embraced and we both cried, but this time it
was not a sorrowful cry. It was a cry of relief. We both knew, we just
knew, we had found each other again. It was a cry of a joyous reunion
between two who had lived and loved each other many, many times before.
I, no, we know it to be true. You may say 'humbug' like mean old Scrooge;
you may say 'prove it's true'. I say prove it's not true!
I am around Paul life just seems to get better. Why? I guess it's just
the way we interact. Who cares about the reason anyway?
you ever sort of known something to be true in your own heart, in your
own reality, but there was just this little bit of doubt that maybe what
you knew, what you were feeling was just something you created to make
life somehow better. That WAS me and I stress that was me. A few moments
ago Paul said something that I could hardly believe he said, "Spend
forever and beyond with me". I had to know why he said that and if
his, no, if our reality was the same as what I figured out, remembered,
thought of, whatever, last night he had experienced too.
he told me I knew I was right. I knew we were right! I can't express the
intense love, the intense joy, the intense relief! The relief that what
I knew to be true for me was true for him; that we had actually found
each other again!
felt so good after we finished our cry and so did Paul. We actually ended
up laughing and giggling and kissing and hugging. He had told me what
I had wanted to hear for so long! And now it was my turn.
put the CD player on repeat and played track' Saylon Dola'. Why? Because
that was the track of music I played over and over as I poured out my
feelings on to a parchment.
I said to Paul and he sat down on his bed. "Last night, I wrote this
for you." I couldn't help smiling, "You can look at it, but
I want to read it to you." I handed him the parchment.
You did this?" I nodded. "This is incredible, Old Copperscript
handwriting! It's so beautiful!"
kissed me on the cheek. "I'd kiss you on the lips, but then you couldn't
The music played and I began to read aloud what I had written:
finished reading. I looked into his eyes. The parchment fell from my hands
onto the floor
kissed and the rest of the night was magical! And that's all you need
well, okay, one little bit of data
You know I was wondering
if his white stuff tasted like my white stuff
tastes way better!
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