Did it feel like a touch of an old lover or was it just
different? His hands were soft or did he hold mine tenderly? He was blushing.
Why? I assume because I was staring at him. But, why was I staring at him? I
think he never thought about it. But, I clearly remember staring at his head;
it was covered with bandanna. So? Well, I
know him for quite a few years so as to affirm that he was not someone who has
anything to do with trends, fashion or coolness. Anyway, he was blushing and I
was talking, and there was this inconspicuous urge in both of us to get closer.
There were momentary stares followed by ‘that kind of smile’. But our first
meeting after ten years was just about coffee and catching-up. It was definite
that we were meeting again. When? We never decided.
