The Many Ways We Met

First, our eyes met.

I was pleasantly surprised at discovering my new partner was female –a pretty female, at that.

Then your eyes looked me over –up and down- quickly assessing your new partner. I felt your scrutiny and curiosity as you told yourself, "So this is the infamous Robert Goren that I've heard all the rumors about."

Next, our hands met.

You took a step forward, firmly grasping my hand with an introductory shake. So sure of yourself. Such a strong grip from a petite, slip of a woman.

All I noticed was your soft skin against mine; how tiny and delicate your fingers felt in my enormous hand. Your smile seemed genuine—welcoming; or was that just my hopeful imagination?

Eventually, our minds met.

I'm not sure how or when it actually happened. All I do know is that after a few months of awkward conversations and blank stares from you as I espoused one of my psychological profiles or theories that, heretofore, neither you nor any of your predecessors could follow, I suddenly saw the spark in your eyes –the recognition in your face—the slightest hint of a smile when we finally "clicked." From that moment on, I never doubted it. And you kept proving me right, as you finished my thoughts and sentences. Have you ever seen the look on Captain Deakins' face when you do it? I think he finds it eerie. I find it comforting.

Then, our hearts met. It was inevitable.

The feelings of partnership, camaraderie, friendship and caring that all police partners share began to grow stronger-- into feelings of love and a deeper commitment. So real…so strong were the feelings that they couldn't remain unspoken. And once they were spoken….

Our lips met…our bodies met.

I never thought I would find such happiness, such joy and fulfillment –not just sexually, but emotionally. You were what I'd been waiting for my entire life. And you told me how I helped fill that empty place inside of you –the place where you'd been hurting since your husband was so quickly and cruelly taken from you. You told me that you had been afraid to love again. I confessed that I was afraid to love a first time. Together, we have nothing to be afraid of. All we know is love and security and contentment and happiness.

And now, the greatest miracle of all: our sperm and egg have finally met. I've never been so happy and excited –so optimistic about the future. And you've never looked happier or more beautiful either. And in a few short months, we'll both be meeting our child for the first time.

And to think –it all began five years ago –the first time our eyes met.

THE END.