December 1st, 1989
For the first time in a long time, I woke up with Ben.
I unlocked the front door last night then sat in the phone chair, waiting for him. A few minutes later, he tapped lightly on the door then came right in. There wasn’t enough room for the two of us in the phone chair, so I ended up sitting on his lap, with my head on his chest. We sat in silence for ages and my heart raced while he slowly ran his fingers through my hair.
He looked surprised when I stood up and held out my hand to him. Without speaking, I led him, in the dark, upstairs, to my bedroom. The glow from the streetlights shone through the thin curtains and we began slowly undressing each other. We kissed like it was the first time and in bed, we whispered our desires as our bodies began to entwine, as if from memory.
Throughout the night, my body showed him I still love him.
I think I always will.