The Special Meeting

I was climbing down the stairs

At some distance, I saw him there.

In a T-shirt black and jeans blue,

Not believing if I had the correct view.

Was it really him or was I dreaming?

Could it really be true what I was seeing?

I rushed forward into his arms

He held me tight, making me calm.

 

His grip on me tightened as he held

Me in his arms as seconds fled.

My head on his shoulders and his down my neck

Fighting with the thoughts of giving him a peck

On his cheek, on his lips or his forehead.

Wondering if he would make the first move instead.

As he embraced, his grip strengthening,

I couldn’t control my insides from melting.

 

Overcome with curiosity and emotion

I stood on my toes and whispered a question-

“Did you really come here just for me?”

-“Of course, stupid, what other reason do you see?”

Hearing this reply, I was overjoyed

Did I really deserve such a sweet boy?