The Impossible

I didn’t understand what was happening to me—between my best friend and I. Though I recognized the intense connection that revived my dormant psychic abilities, sending me on a path of self-discovery, which sent both of us searching for answers. In a matter of weeks, I started physically and psychically tuning into a man I had only known through the computer, so much so, that I would mimic his physical aches and pains, as well as, his emotional highs and lows. Acclimating myself to these sensations taught me how to give into the tremendous pull and to reach outside of myself to be closer to him, to be there for him in every capacity. Inevitably, I fell in love with him, could picture us together in my mind, and saw myself in a completely new life, one that made the life I had pale in comparison. He stirred things inside of me I long since forgotten I had ever wanted, reminded me of my womanly needs. All the insecurities and walls I had built around my heart came crumbling down. I yearned to wrap my arms around him and hold him close, my fingers itched to reach out and touch him, while my body ached to feel his body pressed into mine in the most intimate of ways. I wondered what it would be like to kiss him, to explore the depths of his heated mouth, all the while knowing one taste and I would belong to him forever—the connection, the knowing was that strong.

I thought going out with friends would be innocent, and I desperately needed to alleviate some personal stress, but on this night, our lives would significantly change. I could see nothing but him, spent every minute discovering ways to be near him, to explore what seemed out of the realm of possibilities, yet somehow together we excelled at breaking every barrier. The margaritas flowed, and with it went all my inhibitions, for I reveled in what being in love brought me. Flirty instant messages followed, passion and excitement seeking him out through the miles and vast distance that physically dared to separate me from my heart’s desire. Oh, I desired him all right, and desire turned into a wildfire. I grew antsy sitting, and stood just as Lady Antebellum’s I Run to You, began to play. That’s when it happened. Everything in the bar faded. The music vibrated through my body and I realized that he was there, standing behind me. His hands rested upon my hips and we swayed to the song. His warm breath was like a gentle caress through my hair, tickling my neck and shoulder making me shiver. I turned all my attention to him—focused on this one significant moment etched in time.

His arms tightened around me, holding me so tight I could hear his rapid heartbeat echoing in my ears, keeping time with mine. Pressing my back into his chest sent my body soaring, throbbing and pulsating, seeking more of this intimate contact. I craved his touch, as the two of us became lost to these new sensations, as if we were the only two people who existed on this Earth. Moving to the music with him made me realize how perfectly we fit together, and I became helpless in his embrace, sinking deeper into all that he was. Closing my eyes, basking in the strength of his body pressing against mine, savoring the heat that raced up and down my spine made me wanton. All I wanted to do was spin around in his arms, go up on my toes and press my lips to his awaiting mouth. His lips found my neck, delicately brushing my skin and I lost my breath, all sense of my surroundings. I was immersed in something so sensual I couldn’t think straight. He was there, with me, and I knew this was where I belonged, that I had finally come home.

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