"The sun is alone too ...and it still shines every day." ~Anonymous 

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So what has happened since that fateful night with May under the pale moonlight? Another three weeks of lost time have come and gone in the blink of an eye, since we shared our souls beyond the pale. Things between us have reached a silent passionate intensity that we both embrace, to varying degrees. There is an intimate newness between us that is like a black hole, swallowing everything else about us into the gravitational vortex, which is "what we do when we are alone". For even the very word "alone" has now taken on a new and more profound context in the subtle argot of our gravity.

"I wish we were alone right now so that we could..."

"I want to be alone with you..."

"Are we alone?"

"I am alone...are you?"

"I need to be alone with you..."

"I love when we are all alone..."

With a myriad more Alone's along the way.  

Along with"alone" we have developed a secret tongue for our strange new darkness of the souls, that only we and we alone understand. For it seems that everything between us has changed drastically since that one fateful night under the moonlight.

May and I have become a "we" when we are alone, and the transition from a "us" to a "we" is a decidedly different existence for me. The transformational metamorphic changes while sudden, at least for my part, have taken hold of us with a vengeance. While some aspects of our relationship remain still set in stone, other things in the newness of "we" were not as solid. I am just drifting along in a state of constant flux waiting for the next big thing to happen.

We still never have to ask for a lunch date. It is just an understood thing that we will rendezvous at our spot on Devil May Care Island, and nothing more needs to be said then, "see you alter". The only reason to ever talk about what we are doing after school is if May can't meet up because she has a family thing. Otherwise, it is understood that I will swoop into her last class and we will wraith away the day. If the weather is decent to the dark park for the windsongs, if not then to study buddies to collect on our gigolo gig.

We still hit the Maltese and Leo's Pizza every Friday for our dark date with fate, what May still insists on calling "Blind Date Night". But since the wanton carnality of us has begun, we haven't watched a movie in the front row since that night under the moonlight. We have now become those strange kissing kids in the back corner, eternally attached to one another. 

We've also established that I need to definitely work on this attachment area of our carnality ...and work "we" have. For May and I have reached the requisite thousand first kisses and passed through that mark without even a single glance back. I even have a large glass jar in my room with a thousand paper cranes to prove this point. One for each of our first thousand kisses, each carefully folded by the strange girl who haunts my dreams.

For May, the time in between our first time and our last time has been much more emotional. Not emotional bad, as in a roller coaster of out of control emotions? Rather just emotive emotional, marked by an eager willingness to express her emotions outwardly and her never compromising the display of her elen vital when "we" are alone. I find myself become more enraptured every day with her excited excitements, her joyous joys, her passionate passions and yes, even her lustful lusts and rapturous raptures. 

As for the "me of we"? I am continually humbled by her ability to feel for me. For the spark that she's ignited inside the once dead thing that is me ...both thrills and terrifies, all at once. I feel her and for her in a myriad of moments, each as wonderfully painful as the last ...and I love her all the more for that.

I find myself floating along, blissfully drifting though my days, with hardly a thought to my troubles. When anyone bothers to ask me how I am doing? I answer with "awesome" ... and for the first time in my life, that is not a total lie. For the first time in my memory, I think I am actually almost "Okay"? I am actually starting to know what it feels like to have a stable foundation in my life. My home life with the Raisins is even oddly okay, my work at the Annex is okay, my school is okay, and "we" are awesome.  Somehow my new normal is suddenly as solid as Rock Bottoms at low tide. 

But like the sacred sea itself, things always change and never stay the same for too long. For the high tide is rising on the distant horizon, and the cold winter waves are rolling back in my life. Sending us tossing and turning in the churning dark waters of the deep water of a Sea of Chaos. 

So it makes perfect sense to me when the winter wave finally crashes into our lives, that it started with a kiss. Because of all the kisses that we have breathed into each other's souls ...it was one kiss in particular that set the world on fire. That for better or worse made us both famous and infamous in San Fall for the rest of our lives...

...The Cherry Bomb.