Right and New

Your mom let me in with a warm smile painted on her lips. “You know the drill, my little man,” she said tapping my back as I come in. I smiled back and nod.

As usual, you are late. For almost two decades I have been waiting for you almost every day. Our parents are best friends so it is a given that we are too. We’ve been in the same school, same school bus, same everything since we are three year-old kiddos. We even used to bathed together. But of course, not anymore.

“Hey, what are you thinking?” you said with your questioning dark brown eyes.

I lifted my face and saw you kneeling just inches away in front of me. Our faces so close. You are wearing your usual plain shirt and faded jeans. Your usual pulled up raven black hair. Your usual no make-up look.

But the feeling coursing through me now is far from usual. The organ enthroned in my chest is swollen. Barely beating. Barely breathing.

This feels new and, goodness, it feels right.

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In response to Monday Morning Melts #7: The Script – Never Seen Anything “Quite Like You”. This is a prompt I am co-hosting with my dear friend Jade!