Sparks.

I haven't seen you in five years. I am shaking. I am so nervous. My breath today has mostly been nicotine. What do I say? I hurt you. You hurt me. Will it be awkward? Will you hate me? Will I hate you? I light another cigarette. I walk slowly to the dock. I don't see you and I shake even more. "Did he not show up?" 
"Is he standing me up?" I take another puff of my cigarette before smashing it with my foot. I walk further to make sure I'm not missing you. I look to my right and there you are. I walk towards you waiting for you notice me. You look and smile. All of my anxiety washes away. I smile back. For the first time in five years I hug you. My heart melts. I savor this hug. You smell exactly the same. We sit down and I just listen to you talk. I am swimming in your voice. I am taking in every syllable. Breathing in your life I just smile and nod at your every word. What is this I am feeling? Lust, love, a crush, or simply just nostalgia? I do not care I will enjoy this moment for as long as this lasts. We end up walking in the woods to smoke. After a few hits of the joint I ask, "Is it weird that I want to kiss you right now?" You say no and I kiss you. The spark. Oh my God the spark. After all these years the spark is still there. I just do not want to stop kissing you. I do not want to loose this spark. This feeling. I am alive once again.