rip off that bandaid

My heart skipped a couple beats when I saw him walking out of the building toward my truck.  I jumped out to grab the cupcakes, hoping to just hand them to him and run like a really fast cat in the jungle.  “Heyyy buddy!” he said and I looked up at him.  He had a smirk on his face.

“Hey.  What’s the smirk for?”

“Huh?  Nothin.” He tried to play it off, but he was definitely smirking.  I handed him the box and he moved a little closer to me.  I didn’t bother taking my sunglasses off even though it wasn’t sunny at all.  I needed to hide my eyes.

I gave him a half smile as he started telling me something he’d been doing at work when I got there.  I looked him up and down as he spoke.  He looked older, not as cute.  But he was the same calm, sweet, ever-a-good-man-and-friend Mr. D that I’d fallen in love with.  When he finished he reached toward me with his empty arm and pulled me to him tightly.  I gave him my right side and kinda patted his back like I wasn’t sure what to do.  I didn’t want to move.  He felt nice.

“Do you have more deliveries to make?” He asked.  Obviously he’d seen the other boxes in my backseat.

“Yeah, I have two more.”

“Ahhh…well I’ll let you get to them.” We stood looking at each other for a few seconds in silence, then I looked to the ground.  “I’ll talk to you later,” he said, then added “Ms. Monroe!”  My dress had been blowing in the wind and I was trying to hold it down.

“Alright.”  I smiled at that as I got back into the Jeep and prepared to leave, noticing the way he turned to look back at me when he got to the door.  My heart ached a little, but I’d already shed my tears, so I just turned up my ipod and sang along as I made my way through traffic to my next destination.

I cannot tell a lie.  I very much wanted to spend more time with him.

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