I walk over to the entertainment center to find a movie for us to watch. I love when we have nights like this. We pick some movie we have seen a thousand times so we can talk all through it and pretend to be watching as we just cuddle on the couch. Hmm – Sixteen Candles or St Elmo’s Fire? Sixteen Candles I think. Michael Shoeffling, wonder what ever happened to him?

Dana walks back into the living room, grinning like a child, and plops herself down on the couch. “One Crazy or St. Elmo’s Fire?”

Damn, I didn’t think of One Crazy Summer, “Actually, I went with Sixteen Candles.”

“Oh, good, I love that movie, Poor Molly. It just sucked for till the end.” I put the DVD in, get the wine and sit down next to Dana. I snuggle up to her and she puts her arm around me. It is so strange to feel so safe from such a simple gesture. But I can’t help but feel safe around her. And when she puts her arms around me, the only feeling that comes to mind is home.

About half way through the movie, Dana says, “So Al, I’ve been rambling on and on, I didn’t even ask, what did you do this week?”

How d I explain that I have spent the last four days thinking about us and what the ***** to make of it. “Not much, just hung out.”

“Come on, Al. Tell me about your week.”

A person really should be careful what they wish for, you know?

“Honestly? I blew off work for most of the time. I couldn’t concentrate. I have like two days to write my article.”

Dana turned on the couch and swung her legs over so that she was sort of straddling me and looked at me, “Why couldn’t you write? Is everything ok?” She really is sweet. I don’t know anyone could know her and not love her. The look of care and concern in her eyes is totally overwhelming.

I reach up to her and gently caress her cheek, “Yeah, Babe, everything is good. I was jut thinking about stuff and I just wasn’t all that focused.”