Peter

Immediatly I knew what I had to do, I left everything I was doing and went after it. Running at the maximum my body let me, I was late but considering that i needed the time that had pass I was on time. Suddenly tears took over my eyes, and moment by moment I got more and more closer to him. As his presence turned into real person, and he was material in front of me, my heart began to bump faster, so much i could barely breathe. He noticed me, and now i was afraid to fall down before getting to end of the race, from wich we all knew what (who) would be my prize. Au contraire, after he saw it was like he already knew everything and with just one glance at my all nervous and sweaty person, understood anything there was to understand. So at this point it was as everything had finally gotten easier, some fractions of seconds passed en plus and we were on each others arms. I wanted to talk, i wanted to say please forgive me. But he did not let me, he kissed me and that was all both of us needed. He kissed even harder, until he realizes i was weak an maybe beggining to choke, so he stoped and just hold me. Then we talked, i took a deep breath, and didn't even knew where to begin with, i had one milion things  I could say to him, but i needed to be fast to make up the time we had lost, so I've decided to start with forigiveness:
  -I'm Sorry! -at the same time he said, calming me down: sshh! -but i insisted so I said: -i just wanted you to know... -oh my breath was falling apart- Peter, I just wanted you to know that...- i guess he already knew, he saw the desperation in my face and hold me even tighther, so I've finally finished the hat:

I love you! (Oh it was as the world had changed). He smiled at me, kissed a bite more, and said whispering at my ear: I love you too. Then I smiled, so much i started hurting my face, he kissed my neck and my smile was so uncontrolable I started laughing. Everything i needed was right where I wanted, this moment couldn't get any better. 

Six months later

Six months later it was the eve of my departing day to Miami, finally my comeback. After 14 years. Things were slightly different now. My dad owned a house at Boca Raton; I wasn't going with my mother and definitely not escaping from anything. So that day I resolved to meet my cousins at an Art gallery for a sort of get together before Christmas or Christmas itself, since I wasn't going to be around them at the time. It wasn't a goodbye, certainly not a goodbye! So I was waiting for them, and the clock was ticking close to 10 AM. The gallery we were meeting was holding an exposition of Tarsila do Amaral.

An unexpected occasion for our town, that brought a lot of our citizens to the place, even those who weren't familiar neither to art nor the artist especially because it was December. My cousins arrived almost together, Sabrina first, she took one glance at me and we were both delighted.

 - Sabrina! Hi dear, is so good to see you!

 - Oh no, look at you you're astonishing today, as an American already.

 - Oh please don't even go there, I'm still a Brazilian.

As we talked and hugged, Christian arrived. He was incredibly 10 pounds thinner and just amusing as always. I was the one who saw him at the corner of my eye; actually I turned my vision towards his direction as a six senses that someone deared was coming. As I pointed at him at looked back at Sabrina to say out loud "look who's here too!"

 I waved my blonde hair that was already passing my elbows. I had it dyed two weeks before with a beige color at the roots and an ash ones at the tips. Christian still had not accepted the haircut I was using far by now, so he made a funny face about it.

But he knew I didn't care really. So he approached us and we all hugged and screamed with amazement that we were all together once more. We all wanted to look at the art work, but we were too excited about seeing each other to bother it immediately, so we've decided to stick backwards at the gallery where there was a cafeteria.

 They were hosting a celebration that was serving champagne. Apparently the party was from some socialite I knew from the condom my Dad lived in. I didn't see her, was too busy hurrying with my cousins to find an available table so that we could sit down and talk.

Everything was marvelous, the music it was playing, the company I had, the weather was pleasant, the environment was invigorating for our talk, and the moment, oh the moment, I could feed myself in every part of this moment ‘cause it completed me.

I was so happy to be with two of the people I loved most in my life, sadly it had to end, and sadly we all took our ways separately that day, but deep down we all knew that wasn’t goodbye, surely it wasn’t. It was only one of those times that destiny, life, and the universe brought us together shortly before a drift so that we could assure that our bond was stronger than we thought it would be.