He puckered up for a kiss.
“You never would.” I happily obliged.
* * * *
It took Johnny another four minutes to leave after that. He blew a final kiss that almost reached me in the form of misty vapor formed in the chilly air. With Eddie on one hip and Esmerelda on the other, I stood just outside the FUCU front door until Johnny reached his truck, since walking him to it would have just delayed his departure.
“He’s coming back this time,” I told Romeo and Jayne Eyre, two romantic beings destined for different people. “Then again, considering what fate ended up doing to the two of them, they’d have been better off hooking up with each other.”
When I put Esmerelda’s hand in Eddie’s. They both pulled away.
“Okay. I figured I’d give it one more shot.”
The poem I received March 18 played
