I didn't expect the hello kiss on the mouth. It had been so long (what, years?) since I last saw you and we were never like that, that I recalled. And you paid me all kinds of attention. Which I was just not used to. But I admired you. You took chances, lived small, traveled well; a true adventurer. You talked. You listened.
And then later, you smiled but I held your hand and said "next time" with only a hint of smirk. (The rest of it was fingers crossed.) You repeated it, adding the question mark. "Next time?"
It was ok. I knew it anyway.
We lay there, listening to the first rain in months.