He walks in while I sit by the window in my huge arm chair staring at the twinkling stars of the glowing moonlight so I don't even hear his faint footsteps as he inches his way towards me.

But then something, maybe the smell of him or his nearness a few feet from me, makes me turn round, and I see him, there, right there, facing me, looking at me with those kind, careful eyes. He is afraid of my reaction that he is here, that he has come to invade me, my demise into abandonment, my sought peace, my privacy after running away from him. He continues to stare solidly afraid that my next words might not be so kind.

I swallow deeply and feel my legs congeal as I get up slowly to move towards him, just as he simultaneously walks to me. Our footsteps barely touch the wooden slabs of the cabin, as we make our way to each other. They are so gentle that I can hear him breath, pant and force the air out of his nostrils, and I can hear mine make an equally obstructive noise in comparison to the composed rhythm of his.

"I'm sorry," he begins with a chilly voice I recognize as his, just before I can catch my breath from his proximity. "I'm sorry for not loving you when you wanted to love me, I am sorry for ever considering I could choose another over you, I am sorry that...I had to let you leave just so I could come find you."

"How did you know where I was?" I ask the stupid question. Stupid because I had been leaving clues all over town with his friends and acquaintances so much that the only thing left for me to do was put an ad in the paper.

He stops to digest my "stupid" question and I beg him silently not to give me an equally stupid answer that would ridicule me. As he thinks of what to answer I stare into those smoldering dark eyes, that have retreated into their holes from unhappiness, loneliness, anxiety, and everything losing me may have caused, and ask myself if I really meant that much to him.

He takes out a long deep breath that lets me feel the warmth of hot air flush upon my skin and cause goosebumps on it like a rash...and then says, "I followed the smell of you, I guess...and it led me straight to you."

Then, I heave a sigh of relief and astonish how I could have possibly made it through one month without some one as loving, and kind and beautiful hearted as he. How could I?

He comes to me and takes me in his strong comforting arms and whispers in my ears. "It is right, and I know it, and I feel it. But you are gonna have to feel it with me...does it feel right to you?" He asks, just as he pleasures my mouth with the softness of his. His tongue far-reaches into my tingling insides, harassing mine, and tickling it that it sends hormones surging to my brians. I am in a daze lost in the reality of my darydream brought to life. My eyes spin slightly but his strong hold on me keeps me standing unless, I would drop to the ground from faintedness.

So this is what kissing him feels like, this is what his tongue, his mouth, him feels like, and this is what I have been missing for the past 3 years. I push back my chuckle and concentrate on the events at hand, the man in my arms, and the warm lips on mine.

He brings up his mouth, and asks again, "Does, it feel right to you?"

I am panting, sweating, bursting with incombustible heat that is stemming all the way down to the insides of my thighs, moistening up in between my legs, and throbbing my womanhood to pay attention and take notice.

I hold his hair, no, I clutch his uncooperative shock of black hair, squeezing it in between my fingers, and then I push his mouth against mine. As I force my tongue into his to hear the pounding of his heart next to mine, I barely manage to whisper, "Yes, yes, yes, it feels good," in a muffled, choked up voice that sounded like my squeaky own.

He pulls away his mouth from mine, holds my face and looks me square in the eye, forcing my clasped eyes to open and stare into his.

"I love you, Shelia," he says with such certainty and sincerity. Those words have never made so much meaning until you have heard and longed for them from a man you've secretly loved for 3 years. I swallow hard, the spit landing in my panting lungs. He continues, "I know I do."
And I...

as you can see I have lost my mind. This is my dream about my one and only true love, whom I may never meet and may never get to act out my fantasies, but I will always happen to love...K. Thank you.

the prologue of this story is contained at: Simple Kind of Life... Story of perfect protracted friendship between a man and a woman.