Unrequited lust of days gone by

One from the "vault" for your reading pleasure. Identifying details changed, of course, it is highly unlikely the person this was written about will ever read these words...

I knew from the moment I met you that there was something there. It surprised me, yet calmed me. I knew that I couldn't leave the Café without trying a little bit harder. Something beyond myself drove me to levels of brazenness I haven't ever visited before.
I enlisted your friend, in hopes that some extra influence might drive you to overcome your shyness and pick up the phone. You did, and we went out for dinner.

I remember the details of that night as if it just happened. It was Monday September 12th, 2005. The restaurant was perfect, quiet, just the right amount of "background noise", candelight, corner booth, away from the crowd. We shared a bottle of merlot from Washington, and ordered crimini mushrooms, roast beef with caramelized red onions, chicken leg with basil pesto, asparagus and seared raw tuna with wasabi. It was all incredible tasty, but my perception of the culinary talent of the chef was most likely influenced by the company I was dining with...

Your eyes danced in the candlelight… they sparkled beautiful blue and their gaze seemed to never leave my own. I could make love to you just by looking into your eyes. Words escape me as I desperately try to capture all the magic of that evening. I fell for you before we even got the check. Alas, I had only one night with you; one lousy, incredible night. There was palpable chemistry between us; when we touched for that first time, when our hands grazed across each other as we sat on your couch talking, it was as if a surge of electricity pulsed through my body. I know you must have felt it too- I saw the look in your eyes after we touched- a look of shock, yet calm, and desire; a kind of "what do I do now?" look. Wanting more, yet not wanting to offend. Your kisses were so passionate; there was that perfect combination of insatiable desire and gentle tenderness, a powerful recipe for bliss whose absence will haunt me for many nights to come. Your touch brought me to levels of delight that I have never before known. Such pleasure, such passion is more than mere manifestation of desires of the flesh; more than chemical signals eliciting physiological responses; our souls, our spirits, that which makes us human, were dancing that night. I am as certain of this as I am of my own name; what I don't know is how such a powerful connection could have occurred after we had been together for such a short while. I have no other explanation than to leave this to being one of life's mysteries. I've learned not to question these things when they happen, but simply to embrace them for what they are.

So many circumstances came together at just the right moment for us to have met and spend that night together. Was it an anomoly of nature? Perhaps it was, and maybe even one of the best nights of my life.

And maybe that's all it was meant to be as much as I wished for more.

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