Bob
This was not happening.
This could not be happening.
Was any of this real?
My face was wet. It took me a while to realize why, and when I did, I did not bother to hide them. To me, the tears were a sign of joy. No, joy sounded too simple. Too mundane. Mirth. Yes, mirth was the word. I was being consumed by mirth; I was doused in mirth.
Sue was in my arms.
We both pulled away at the same time and simply took each other in. Sue’s eyes were welled with unshed tears, her skin was flushed, and she was smiling. God, I had missed that smile. I elongated my arm and ran a finger down her face. She took my hand and rested the side of her face into my palm. I quivered at the contact as my stomach fluttered in quiet bliss.
Sue was here, with me.
“I can’t believe this is happening…I ca
