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Well, Well 

Let me tell you a story - 

Of a young lass 

She was quite a late-bloomer 

and the man pictured here 

When last known, was but 15 to her 14... 

He would smile down at her and say, everytime they were alone together, 

"C'mon beauty, kiss me, I know YOU want to..." 

She would smile up at him, and run far away from him, everytime, 

with a giggle and a toss of her hair, and of course, a backwards glance.

She chose another, 

a boy that lived in their same hometown. 

The chosen one was reserved, and not so blunt about the kissin' thing. 

It ended in disaster and she always wondered about 

the male she never kissed. 

Well, well. 

Let me tell you a story. 

Facebook helps one to find/locate others from one's past 

and indeed she "found" him. 

The boy she never kissed. 

Or 

Forgot. 

Let's call him Jay. 

Now they talk every night. 

1000 minutes/night. 

Enligtening the other about one other's lives. 

Should she let him back into her life? 

He would be flying to see her. 

From central Canada to her beloved WestCoast. 

He promises to arrive in a few weeks - 

Should she believe. 

He says he wants to catch her now 

and kiss her soundly. 

And she is not running, this time. 

Will he fly out? 

Is he marvelous. 

Almost 20 years has passed. 

How much has changed? 

How much has stayed the same? 

Dare she believe? 

Dare she? 

Will he? 

Fly out? 

He keeps on saying he will. 

She has a hard time believing another. 

Especially a male. 

Hurt is what Male equaled to in her life 

in 20 years. 

Hmmmmmmmmmm... 

She is wondering, but not yet - 

Believing - 

A little voice insides 

Hopes. 

-charann