"Come Here"

I enjoyed a super-relaxing confusion free day yesterday....poolside all day with some of my favorite people, great food, amazing sunshine, and even more amazing company. No Drama. No Lucifer. No Chance. I came home to change and head over to a friends house to watch the USA get robbed of the Gold Cup by Mexico, and came home to my cute little house to go to bed, dog in tow.

And then it happened. I heard the text message alert as I was filling Dog's bowl with water, I glanced up at the clock on the stove 11:26.  All my friends were in bed, or belly up to a bar somewhere. All but one. I grabbed a bottle of water and tossed back my daily dose of calm-the-fuck-down and headed to my bedroom. I tossed my laptop on the bed, picked up the latest Evanovich novel I was working on and grabbed my cell off the charger. The little envelope let me know I wasn't hearing things, and that I had missed not one but two text messages. I tapped  the envelope. "Two new text messages" I glanced over at Dog, "This outta be interesting." As I tapped the bar I saw both messages were from Chance, Chance who is out of town on a mini-vacay with some friends... The first one was only two words. "Come Here."  I rolled my eyes as I thought to myself, "That's not very nice. Why would he tease me with an invitation to be where he was, and even crazier why was I half-way considering it?" The second message simply stated, "Aww Come on!"  I was tired. Not just physically tired, but emotionally tired from wishing all our jokes and gestures were the real thing. So I did it. Put it out there. I simply replied. "I really wish you meant that." I sat my phone back on the charger knowing that would be the end of the conversation and just as I grabbed my book off the night stand my phone lit up. "I do." That's all it said. Short. Simple. To the point....my desire to drive those two hours to the lake multiplied by 1000... I tried to convince myself, 'you could definitely use a day out of this city." and whatever other thought I could conjure up to get myself in the car. . . Finally logic and reason set in so I picked up the phone, and typed the quick response, "What are we supposed to do when I get there at 2 AM Mr. Chance??" Instant reply, "Cuddle".

I sat my book back on the nightstand, plugged my phone back in, fluffed my pillow and went to sleep. I woke up this morning to the green light blinking... A message sent at 1:27AM simply stating, once again, "Come Here".  Did he mean it? Maybe. Guess we'll never really know...I'm going with it was probably just another roll of the dice in this never ending game we play.

"It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now..."