You can hear your heart pounding in your chest as you approach, the distinct beat of its own marching as it thrills at the sight of something that you never imagined you would meet again. The world outside of the chemistry between the two of you cries out in hollowness at what it can't offer you - this chance meeting with an old friend.
Different sides of you battle; hesitance makes your feet pause. Tons of others have been here before - ready, prepared. They don't have the history that you two do.
A history that's littered with faults and blame, you had walked away while this wonderful thing stayed, patiently waiting for the day when you could grace her with your presence again. You force your feet forward - she shouldn't have to wait any longer...not after everything, all this wasted time.
"Hello," you say out loud since no one else is listening.
She doesn't return the favor but it's not because she doesn't care. She'll speak when you're both ready. Sitting, you pull yourself closer to her - daring for the first time in so long to reach up and feel. It's as if you can already tell that something deep inside is aching to come out.
The first word that sounds from her is sudden, startling you as you jump a little and pull your palms back - only to place them exactly back where they just were. Again, she speaks...this time the way her voice pulses makes your heart rattle more.
A melody comes through and she talks faster still as your fingers begin to fly quicker - memories of a long forgotten tune float to the surface and abruptly there is moisture on your cheek.
And then another block interrupts you; there's just so much hazy dust to uncover in this newly broken silence. She waits for you - of course she does. This is the kind of life you were made for, because there is no you without her. There is no sound without the notes she creates. There is nothing on this earth that can stop the rush of air in your lungs when that final tone reaches the climax.
So you begin again - thrilling her at the simplest of touches. With every new sound, something inside you reawakens - long lost territory that is all too familiar yet all so distant. Maybe it is all the same as it was back then, but then neither of you care. You'll discover the new once you rework in the old.
The end is suddenly here but you can't stop because you can't let go; not again. Her voice allows relaxation. After all, you can end this when you choose to.
Play again, she pleads in a final whisper. The sob you have been holding in seems to strangle your insides when you finally let it bubble up your throat. There is more moisture on your cheek, and as you try to swipe it away with your hand, you notice your best friend in the corner.
His smile is soft as he walks near you both. "I never knew you could play the guitar Viggy," he murmurs.
With a chuckle you look up to him and reply, "That's because I don't play the guitar...she plays me."
