Many years ago she told him she would hang out with him if he promised her she wouldn’t have to fight him off every time.
The not fighting him off part lasted until she decided he would have to fight her off and as she expected he didn’t.
Life followed its meandering course and they got pulled apart as fast as they were put back together.
When he looked at them he saw it as a relationship that began through the strangest of circumstances and alternately gnashed his teeth and laughed.
He remembered a newly single friend telling him there was no reason to focus on just one girl and that a man of his age could up his odds if he got his mid section carved like a twenty-something.
“That might be true, but if long held beliefs have any validity to them a hug might take care of everything.”
“What are you talking about? Women need a little more than that. They need some time to get warmed up.”
He shook his head no and said, “It is a chemical thing between us. There is a depth that goes beyond the materialistic and superficial.
Sure some of that helps a bit, but if we really smell each other, if we inhale that essence of the other it triggers something and always will.”
The single man asked how that could be when it hadn’t kept them from splitting apart.
“Who says we did. This has always been different and somewhat unconventional. What makes you think you can see more than we can.”
The single man asked the last time they had kissed and he replied “every night since eternity began.”
He didn’t have to ask her if she liked that idea or found it romantic because he knew she would.
Dependent upon circumstances she might not admit it, but he was certain she would like the concept even if she kept it locked inside a secret section of her heart.
And should that kiss move under the sun or a starry night they would talk about how the compression of time and how some things felt so very familiar and yet so very new.
Electricity never ends.