I stand in your hallway gently holding your hands in mines as we look at each other sadly, the pain at our parting reflected in each other's eyes. We never thought we would get to this after the pain in both our lives and after meeting online randomly. Yet here we stand after I have done everything I said I would to get here, to visit you and to see where we could go if given the chance.
Now we stand here both lost in our sadness but remembering all the good times over the last few weeks, the first hug and kiss as you met me at the airport. Our first trip in your car slowly chatting to each other and relaxing in each other's company as the car gets closer to your home. We say all night just chatting as we relaxed more and more in each other's company realising what we felt online growing is actually happening for real.
The rest of the visit after that is a blur of being shown around where you live, favourite places to go walk or have fun you showed them all to me. The nervous introductions to your friends hoping I would be accepted by them into what you share with them, same with your family and to your surprise they see what I feel for you, how I affect you and they accept me in to your circle of friends.
We shared so much alone and with others these last weeks that we both know now this is for real and we are both what we said we were online. Each hurt in the past we suffered moulded us to the people we are now, the people who clicked innocently over our shared humour and way we just had fun online. To our surprise and the happy smiles from your friends and family they are happy that we met, as they see how good we are to each other and now sadly this visit is close to ending.
We stand there quietly holding each other's hands not wanting this moment to end, dreading the taxi blowing its horn when it arrives to say it is time for me to leave, leaving a part of me behind that I hoped for but never believed could be again. No words spoken as we can't form them for fear of breaking down when we said we would be strong, knowing I will be back as soon as I can.
I smile sadly at you and lean in and give you the saddest kiss I have ever shared, the one that signals this wonderful few weeks are over and we are being forced apart until the next time. The kiss starts out slowly and builds as all our gentle kisses have over the last few weeks but this one will leave you knowing how much I want to be with you again.
I feel your dress press against me as we embrace passionately losing ourselves in this kiss, the buttons pressing through my shirt and you don't know why I asked you to wear it. We have clicked everywhere especially in the bedroom and we have learned so much about each other in there before, during and after as the recovery times we just held each other chatting as lovers the love growing between us. Our first night together I told you I loved you and the joy in your face as you are able to say it back telling me you felt it for a long time but waited until this was real.
My tongue gently parts your lips and I begin to kiss you deeply pressing you against the wall and I hear your moan of pleasure in this and I hold you to me right losing ourselves in the kiss. Knowing this might be goodbye for now but I will return to you, visit after visit and if needed in time do whatever I need to move to here. You are so important to me I will do what it takes to be with you full time even moving to your wonderful city, country as is want to be with you.
We are lost in the kiss and time stands still for us both we don't want this moment to end and the kiss contains all our sadness at this parting and the promise of my return to you as soon as I can make it happen. Suddenly the taxi sounds it horn and we jump at this intrusion as we kiss and we reluctantly come back to reality and slowly we break the kiss, our tongues teasing our lips and nibbles to each other's lips from our teeth before finally breaking the kiss. We stare into each other's eyes and we are both crying which we never felt starting and we hold each other gently no words able to be spoken and when we break the embrace it is with such sorrow.