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making up for the years which they have been
denied. Streams pour from my face. I hear
the rain outside pick up, trying to out do the
torrential downpour that I have unleashed in
the office. I feel the doctor’s hand on my
shoulder both consoling and approving my
tears. I look up to see him smiling at me. He
sits in the chair beside me.
“This is a great step for you. There
will be others, and they won’t be easy ones,
much like this one, but you are on your way.
I wish that we could continue, but, sadly, our
time has come to an end for today. You still
have my number in case you need me?” I
nod. “Good. I plan to see you here next
week.” I gather my things and rise to leave.
“You realize you’re smiling again.”
“Yeah, I really feel like doing it for
once.” I open the door to the office and head
back to the street. I’m ten feet out the door
when I hear a voice behind me.
“Lousy day to be without an umbrella.
Want to share mine?” I turn to face him; he’s
smiling, like always. His green eyes pierce
me to my very soul. My resolve turns to
mush as I move under the umbrella. I realize
that I can’t deny myself anymore. I reach
behind his head and pull him to me. I plant
myself firmly on his lips waiting to be pushed
away, to be deserted. It’s going to hurt like
hell when he walks away and out of my life,
but I will have at least been completely
myself for a few precious minutes. It’s only
then I feel his arms reach behind me and pull
me closer. The umbrella falls away letting
the rain wash over us, but neither of us cares.
I feel his lips against mine, soft and
warm. He holds me tenderly, but with
enough force to make his presence known. I
try to respond in kind. I feel electricity fly
from me to him and return. Time slows to a
crawl as we each hold onto this moment,
making it last for as long as possible. We
become as one, gaining a new awareness
about the other. We know the other has felt
this for a time, but was to scared to pursue.
After a time we part. I touch my forehead to
his looking into eyes, he responds in kind.
We truly see each other for the same time.
We are both crying. It’s hidden in the rain,
but we know the other is crying. I feel
myself. If happiness was a light, I could be
seen from space at this moment. I speak first.
“Have I ever told you my real name?”
(End of Article)
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