Waking up once more to an empty bed, punching the pillow and hitting the snooze button. It's times like this when I miss Jesus the most.
Opening my eyes, I look at the framed photo of the two of us that still sits on my night table after all these years. Jesus? Baby? I knows you hear me, wherever it is that you are. Lawd knows we talk enough. Or mebbe it is that I talk and you listen. I'm never gonna love anyone as much as I do you. Fuck, I don't wanna be alone for the rest of my life. Know what I'm sayin'? No more one night stands. I wanna grow old with someone. I think you would understand."
Giving up and peeling the mattress off'n my back, I stretch, feeling the joints creak and crack. Damn - gotta start working out.
Turning the shower spray on full force, I climb in. As I stand under the spray, memories wash over me.
Jesus.
Terry.
Good times with Tara. Fun with Sookie, Sam, Arlene, and Holly at the bar. Helping Arlene contact Terry - although I'm still not sure that was a good thing. The party that the gang at Bellefleur's threw for me when I announced that I was going to culinary school, and planned to open my own place. Upscale dining. A place where everyone would be welcome - straight, gay, human or not. I want to be the boss for a change.
Laughing a little, remembering the good times at Merlotte's/Bellefleurs. Hell, I acted like the damn boss. I just didn't have the title, but I always had the attitude.
Tucking the memories away for now and hurriedly dressing to leave for class.
Opening my eyes, I look at the framed photo of the two of us that still sits on my night table after all these years. Jesus? Baby? I knows you hear me, wherever it is that you are. Lawd knows we talk enough. Or mebbe it is that I talk and you listen. I'm never gonna love anyone as much as I do you. Fuck, I don't wanna be alone for the rest of my life. Know what I'm sayin'? No more one night stands. I wanna grow old with someone. I think you would understand."
Giving up and peeling the mattress off'n my back, I stretch, feeling the joints creak and crack. Damn - gotta start working out.
Turning the shower spray on full force, I climb in. As I stand under the spray, memories wash over me.
Jesus.
Terry.
Good times with Tara. Fun with Sookie, Sam, Arlene, and Holly at the bar. Helping Arlene contact Terry - although I'm still not sure that was a good thing. The party that the gang at Bellefleur's threw for me when I announced that I was going to culinary school, and planned to open my own place. Upscale dining. A place where everyone would be welcome - straight, gay, human or not. I want to be the boss for a change.
Laughing a little, remembering the good times at Merlotte's/Bellefleurs. Hell, I acted like the damn boss. I just didn't have the title, but I always had the attitude.
Tucking the memories away for now and hurriedly dressing to leave for class.
