I was in the AF. I was remolding our first house. Our second child was on the way. My closest friend stopped by one night when I was working alone. He was going to be married. He'd finished his degree and had been hired as a coach for a rural high school. I confess a physical aspect to our friendship from, nearly, the beginning, in our s…
I was in the AF. I was remolding our first house. Our second child was on the way. My closest friend stopped by one night when I was working alone. He was going to be married. He'd finished his degree and had been hired as a coach for a rural high school. I confess a physical aspect to our friendship from, nearly, the beginning, in our sophomore summer. And he asked me to kiss him. As he stood against the wall, with his eyes closed, he looked so apprehensive, that I hesitated. It doesn't seem a big deal in these times, but in those, it was a life changer. I knew if I did, everything would change in that instant. And I wanted too. But I didn't. In the writing, he comes to me between the lines. And time is suspended in a kiss. To write it is to connect with the collective consciousness of every man. Do it for as long as you can. You'll never regret it.
Thank you, Charles, for sharing your story and your encouragement. Still reeling from the fact I wrote something again…and semi-autobiographical too. About 50/50. I do have a vivid imagination too. :-p
I was in the AF. I was remolding our first house. Our second child was on the way. My closest friend stopped by one night when I was working alone. He was going to be married. He'd finished his degree and had been hired as a coach for a rural high school. I confess a physical aspect to our friendship from, nearly, the beginning, in our sophomore summer. And he asked me to kiss him. As he stood against the wall, with his eyes closed, he looked so apprehensive, that I hesitated. It doesn't seem a big deal in these times, but in those, it was a life changer. I knew if I did, everything would change in that instant. And I wanted too. But I didn't. In the writing, he comes to me between the lines. And time is suspended in a kiss. To write it is to connect with the collective consciousness of every man. Do it for as long as you can. You'll never regret it.
Thank you, Charles, for sharing your story and your encouragement. Still reeling from the fact I wrote something again…and semi-autobiographical too. About 50/50. I do have a vivid imagination too. :-p