Euphoria

It takes ages to get there. Traffic jams in the city and then some more on the highway. A stop or two to recharge. I'm not sure if the time I'm pulling off still qualifies as night, or is it dawn already. Who cares, I'm with her.

Electrifying. That's the word. The moment she opens the door and the rest of the world stops existing. She's half naked, her lips parting, her scent filling my senses, we're making love immediately, no foreplay, no hesitation, no time to waste.

She's feeding me and then we're making love until the sun is up. It's almost November but the Indian summer is not giving in. I'm not either, though I'm drifting off dead tired. Dead tired — yet euphoric. This is working. I have a woman I always wanted.

A walk downtown, a dinner in the country nearby, then coming back to make love again. And again. Remember these moments well, I keep repeating, remember and cherish them. It's not always like that and there's things that will not last, transforming hopefully into something equally beautiful but definitely far less lustful. She's nodding. Fingers crossed, she gets it as she might be even more overpowered by emotions than I am.

A lunch with her parents on Sunday, then walking the dog around the neighbourhood. We have time to talk. And we do talk. And the more we talk, the more I feel she's the one. I wanna stay with her, would God let me.

Another night of pure passion and then it's time to pack. I'll be back soon, my lady, for I need you in order to be myself.

Law of attraction

It's true. I'm here, drenched in my thoughts, all circling around a single piece of information: it's real. This is really happening. And it's happening to me.

I'm kissing her, kissing her over and over again as if to make sure I'm not dreaming; and I'm madly in love, just like in those heydays of the nineties, just a bit wrinkled and greyish, yet still young — maybe even too young — at heart. Loving and being loved — and enjoying every moment of it.

I've had this recurring dream over the years, hidden back in my head, showing up unexpectedly from time to time, leaving me shaken once I woke up. I'd take her out, we'd talk, I'd see her off, she'd let me in, we'd make love.

I'm overjoyed and fascinated. And above all, happy, happier than I would ever hope I'd be.

Fingers crossed, I'm not gonna fuck up.