Like You’ll Never See Me Again
Every time you hold me
Hold me like this is the last time
Every time you kiss me
Kiss me like you'll never see me again
Every time you touch me
Touch me like this is the last time
Promise that you'll love me
Love me like you'll never see me again
Loving like we’ll never see each other again has been a study in true appreciation for BD and me. Rather than lose interest, lose passion or feel the ‘been there done that,’ itch creeping in, we love each other so thoroughly that I can only reflect in awe at what a difference a good man makes. Strangely, I have to believe that I’ve become a better man because of his love. The holidays and most recently, his new appointment in my firm, have brought us to a new plane in our relationship. Yesterday BD and I spent the day shopping, being silly and sharing moments of naughty closeness; ending with a celebratory dinner at Outback Steakhouse that had both of us waddling to my car. An hour after dropping BD off at home he called and asked if I was up for some company and I could only smile and say, “I’m always up to seeing you.” I ran a hot bath, let the bubbles wash over me and threw on my Keisha Cole CD. :::Sidebar: I’m absolutely living off my Keisha Cole CD::: I toweled off, applied my J&J Shea & Cocoa Butter lotion and slipped into a pair of yoga shorts and an AC/DC tank top. A few minutes later BD was at the door and we shared a night of requited, HOT, butt-naked….uh….love. All said, as we cuddled, spent from the truly-inventive lovemaking, Alicia Keys came on the VH1 Soul channel and sang, Like You’ll Never See Me Again. I kissed BD’s neck and whispered into his ear….Every time I have you with me, I promise to love you like I’ll never see you again. We drifted into sleep with that thought in mind; the realization that nothing is promised and love is fleeting; so love like you’ll never see your heart’s passion again.
My mom called and told me of a visit she had from a cousin of mine. Apparently this cousin lost her husband to a massive heart attack. He was only 35. She nostalgically explained to my mom how she was having lunch with her husband before he left the table to pick up their daughter from school. He was about to hug their daughter when he fell to the ground dead. She tearfully said that three years later, she wonders if she’ll ever accept that he won’t be coming home.
No one says you should be obsessive about your partner, but you should certainly appreciate each other and work to make each moment count.
Single or committed, how will you love this year so that folks don’t have to look around protective walls and barriers to see the beauty and depth of who you are?
Keep passin’ the open windows…