IYKYK

When necessity takes over everything.

I was all in my head about it.

Seeing him like that again, we had been aware of each other’s presence, so close, finally after so long. Each of us scared to make the first move. I mean how do you do it after fifteen years?
Each of us still yearning, but unaware of the other’s feelings…if there was still a there…there.

But there was.

And maybe the cut on my hand was the best thing that could have happened. The blood, an icebreaker, the urgency that cut through all that wasted time.

And yes… God yes… it was still there. For both of us, I think.

But then, I was scared, wasn’t I? That I wouldn’t be enough anymore.
How could I be?
When I needed the water… I mean, really fucking needed the water, and couldn’t because of my hand well…

Needs, must.