I saw him. If only for a moment I was him.
Out the shower I look choose shirts to wear as I pick an S&M shirt that was my goal for so long. Not only putting it on and feeling it slip on perfectly, but realizing that this was my goal so many long ago. Looking up and noticing that this had to be a muscle shirt since it's making me look ......molded, only to realize that's not the shirt, but Me.
Not me, but Me.
Then that flash of eyes. Those eyes I have not seen in so long. The eyes that gotten me so many compliments, bed mates, and made a few people back up. That mix of Puckish playfulness and facetious spark. Those eyes that reminded me of years gone by and moments that would become my greatest stories.
I saw him. And he smiled.
I think he's coming back.
I look forward to it.
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