I like to think of you, naked beside me, as we recover from the exertion of our sex. Remember how that started with us? Waiting to be together is something we’ve also talked about. Then, at the same time, in the slow motion we sometimes have in dreams, we reached out our hands toward each other. Sometimes, I wind up looking foolish, I guess. The table was very small, really just large enough to hold two cups of coffee and our two sets of elbows. Now, I can go back to bed. There has always been trust, from our first awkward phone call. The fact that we couldn’t finish our coffee, no matter how hard we tried, was a symbol for the longing we now have to be together, and the fact that we still haven’t made the move. We could say anything we wanted to, and no one could hear us.
