Thanks be to Ms. EBT.
It's soft and slow, his top lip between both of mine.
There's give and take, push and pull, as our lips start to move.
He holds me to him, his hands on my face, and I lose myself.
I lose myself in his touch, in his kiss, in him.
And what could be.
The kiss slows, and we pull apart.
And he smiles.
That feeling roars to life again, dousing my worries for just a moment.
And that feeling makes me smile.
Because it's full of hope. Ben gives me hope. I want to have hope.
"Text me when you land," he says.
I nod and let him go.
And I cry as I watch him disappear into the jetway.