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I sat writing out copies of Lily's 6 Points to distribute at the Winter Solstice Celebration. I was grateful for something to distract me as the festivities started to unfold. My secret lover was there. He was so secret that even he didn't know, although after what was about to transpire I wasn't so sure. Maybe he was aware of my longtime crush on him and maybe he was keeping a secret too. 

I was nervous in his presence wanting to hide yet wanting to throw him down on the floor and smother him with kisses. Focusing on my handwriting I ignored the party-goers wandering around. Determinedly he strode across the room towards me and without a word he laid his hand on my back. The action was so deliberate I stopped writing, momentarily stunned into submission. I shuddered, feeling warmth spread out from his fingertips. In my mind's eye I could see the exact point on my back that he was touching and there lingered a dense cloud of shimmering golden iridescence shadowed by a dark etheric plasma of sadness which carried the message "I'd rather be alone with you, but here we are, so let's make the best of it - at least we're in the same place at the same time". He pretended to be reading what I was writing but I knew that he cared not, his stare blank. I leaned my head against his thigh, forgetting all the social niceties of public displays of affection, dissolving into a private carnal interlude of just us two. Then he removed his hand and walked away. I gulped after him for air. Is this real? Does he know the effect he has on me? He must! Would we ever be alone? Why only these stolen moments stretched out over years? Suddenly a film began to play behind my eyes of every instance we had touched, from the very first decades ago to right now here in this room. There were no chance encounters nor coincidences unless those are considered to be acts of intentional co-creation inspired by a Divinity that wanted us to rendezvous. 

I was dizzy with the magnitude of the knowing and clutched at the edge of the table.  "Everything is going to be alright... Temperance" he said in my head and from that moment on we were telepathic. I looked up startled, he sat on the couch directly across the room from me. He grinned and nodded while he strummed my pink guitar. Even above the din of the party's melody I could hear him playing 'Hello It's Me' by Todd Rundgren, the song that reminded me of him. But how could he know that? My heart nearly burst and a burn started between my legs and traveled up my spine to flush the top of my head. "Are you trying to kill me!" I said to him in my mind. He looked straight at me and clearly I heard his response "I am trying to bring you back to life".