Based On The Future? "Who's there?" I take a few steps away from the shadow cast by the garage. The smooth lamp on the side of the house catches my face and I look up. He is standing ten feet in front of me. About to get into his car. He clears his throat and then says "hey". Slowly I inch my way closer. He avoids my eyes, instead flashing nervous glances to his feet and then to my face, and back and forth again until I am almost close enough to hear his heart beating. I stop. For one eternity-long second we just stand there. I see a change on his face, like he is about to say something. "I love you," I blurt. "I always have." I owed him more words than that, I knew I did. Instead I step a little closer and say, " I'm going to kiss you right now unless you stop me." The words sounded dumb even to me. They float there in the thin autumn night air for a while, then, looking up at me for the first time, he finally whispers, "I don't want to." He leans in and gave me one soft and slow kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck and we just hold each other. It has been six months since I broke his heart and threw away mine. Now sixth months later I'm starting to get it back. But I'm in his arms now. He is starting to let go. He holds me an arms length away and looks right at me. It's dark and I can't see too much of his face, but I know the look in his eyes. I've seen it before. It's all going to be alright. Then he pulls me right back in and we just stand there in each others embrace. ---- Based on a hopefully true story.