The Cure "Maybe Someday "

It's one of my favourite fantasies. I'm staring at my big oak front door, when it starts to open... and there you are. The sun is behind you, painting a halo around your golden hair. You look... a little tired, actually.

"Darren?" Your voice is unsure. You look gaunt. Tired. Worried. It's around this point that I realise this *isn't* a fantasy at all. This is real.

You are actually here.

I should be angry - furious even. You walked out without a word. You left me here, fretting, worrying, heartbroken, thinking the worst. Eating my heart out for *two weeks*. I should hate you.

But I don't.

I approach you slowly... scared at any moment you'll vaporise back into my mind and I'll be alone again.

"Daniel, where have-"

I can't finish, my words are swallowed by your mouth covering mine. Suddenly you're kissing me and it all comes rushing back. The want, the desire, the love. Everything I've been trying to exorcise from my soul since you discarded me. It's pouring back in like a burst dam.

It's rising through me as we kiss. Years of constrained emotion, swallowed want, tampered down need. I feel you in every brush of your lips, every stroke of your tongue. It feels so right.

I hope your feeling this too. I hope what's coursing through you right now is love, want, inescapable need, just as I'm feeling. Beyond the physical. //Soulmates.// The word flits through my mind as we kiss. Are you thinking the same?

I feel everything. What are you feeling?

We part, finally, breathing harsh, and I stare into your face - searching for some hint, some answer.

What are you feeling?

Is it the same as it's always been - nothing? Just friends?

"What did that mean for you?" My voice is unnaturally loud. Hesitant.

I hold my breath and wait for you to say "Nothing".

"Everything."

My heart explodes.

Hours later, my sex-warmed body curled around yours skin-to-skin, I can't fight curiosity any longer.

"So where were you?"

"Sorry?" You roll over to face me, eyes probing mine, a soft smile on your lips. I sigh like a contented cat and scratch gently at your chest.

"These past two weeks - where were you hiding? I think I must have called everyone you know. No one had a clue. Where did you go?"

I see a smile flit briefly across your mouth before you answer.

"San Francisco."

My mouth falls open. San Fran. My home. The last place I would ever think to look for you. Suddenly inexplicably nervous, I ask,

"So... uh, what did you think?"

You fix me with those greens and a serious smile.

"I think I could live there."

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