A.gain

Once upon a time in the West, I met a girl. We liked each other, kissed, fucked, shared a pot, even made love. We split up. Don't really know how and why. It all took place so quick. Shit happens. But we never really lost each other. Emails once in a while. Four years later we met again. Weird to hear me on the phone she said. Weird ? Didn't sound good. Well, to late to cancel. The first minutes were...weird indeed. A little coldness in her voice. Softened after a beer...or two. And the ice melted. But nothing more. Four years to catch up on one and only evening. The good night kiss was somehow distant. Not really cold, just some sadness all over it.
I had to tell her I enjoyed these moments though. Got a message back: "Don't change". Wasn't that bad after all.
Same girl, same place, one year later. Only two phone calls and a few emails in between but the ice melted quicker. A lot quicker. Let's blame it on the global warming. We were able to talk, laugh about our past as a couple. About what we liked and disliked. About how we made love windows open and sometimes overnight . Yes, I know, I was younger, don't need a reminder.
Talking about how I made her suffer once, without even noticing. No hard feelings though.
We didn't want this evening to come to an end. But it did. And no, you'll not have the sex night you're expecting here described because there was none. I craved for some, sure. She is gorgeous and I'm "only" a man. I even undoubtfully thought, after the "few" drinks I had, that she was asking for it too. I just didn't want her to be a one night stand. Unless she didn't mind. I felt she did ...