WHEN LOVE STRIKES TWICE

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I stood watching him, my arms folded in front of my chest,

He walked slowly towards me, still unsmiling, as was I.
He stopped directly in front of me,” I thought you loved me”.
My eyes met his, if you were expecting a vow of undying love from me, then you need to get your brain examined, I stared at him with tears filling my eyes….
“What if it’s what I want, jenny?” the words seemed to erupt from him, his voice low and hoarse. “It is what I want more than any anything. I love you, jenny.
I have loved you for a long time, as my friend and my confidante. But now I’m in love with you, too
I want you in every way there is to want someone, to talk to, to hang around with, to have fun. I need every part of what you are to me, jenny, my friend, my confidante, my lover. He kept his arm locked firmly around me. But you are my best friend I said, looking defiant, defensive and uncertain…
I have fallen deeper in love with you…..tell me you love me too….
I felt something that had been dormant within me stirring, blossoming, unleashing tendrils of heat that streaked through me. I could almost feel common sense abandon me as if melted by the fiery, deliciously erotic sensations surging through me.
I have never felt this way in a long time, and I don’t know how to fight against it. I didn’t even know if I wanted to anymore.
A slow smile lit my face..As I flung my arms around him and he picked me up and swung me around.
As I laughed with joy and love I felt for him…
True love is supposed to be even better the second time around.