He came to me in the bar. At first, I didn't know what to think of the man. But when he held his hand into mine, I knew no other hand could fit quite as perfectly as his did that night. That was my first impression of Chad Moon. A very handsome, slightly drunk young man. A friend of mine from Elementary School and a few of his buddies decided to head over to Buffalo and spend the weekend. From my understanding, they have been doing this quite often the last two years or so. Had I known, I would have came to meet up with them earlier. It would have given me sometime to spend with a few really nice gentlemen....and of course, the see more of Chad. It's weird because there was something about him that just moved me. It could have been his smile or how he grabbed my hand, as if he held my hand a thousand times before that moment. There was a recognition of souls, as if we knew each other in past life times. As if we already shared a lover's kiss. All I knew when he held on to my hand was that I wished by some divine power, he wouldn't let go. For if he let go, or if I was to let go, we would lose something so perfect and right. Something the Gods set up before time. It was Chad and me from the very start of things. Before Adam and Eve, before the foundations of heaven itself, this meeting together with Chad was a part of some celestial plan. Yes, from the first moment he held my hand, I was his.
Dedicated to: Ms. Del Ponte
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