The Confession

Both of their bellies full of pasta with marinara sauce and some of the best French bread ever made, Willow and Dru sat in Willow's living room ready to watch a movie. Willow watched Dru sitting in a white wicker chair in front of a tall lamp. She couldn't hold her tongue any longer.

"I need to tell you something, Dru," Willow cleared her throat. "But first I need to go to the bathroom and I'll be right back."

"Okay," Dru said.

Willow made a mad dash for the bathroom. She whispered, "God, Michael, and everybody else up there, I need you now. I'm going to tell her. Thank you." She took a deep breath, placed her hands over her heart, and blew the air out methodically like she does during her meditation practice. "Trust...trust," she whispered.

Dru sat in the chair awaiting Willow's return. Willow sat down in the medium blue Lazy-Boy recliner across the living room, so she could face Dru. "Okay...I need to tell you something."

"Okay...I figured as much. Is everything okay?"

"Yes...I mean, I think so...well, I don't know. I just have to tell you and we'll cross that bridge afterwards," Willow said.

"Okay," Dru responded.

"Well...Dru, I'm in love with you," Willow paused. She took a deep breath. The tears began to flow with effortlessly ease.

Dru leaned forward in the chair. She rubbed her hands together. "I don't want to hurt you, but I'm afraid it's inevitable."

Willow looked off into a distant place - somewhere beyond the walls of her quaint, yet expensive one-bedroom apartment. She looked somewhere beyond the stars, the clouds, and the dark new moon that hung like a painting hiding the heavens. Willow's mind went through every single event that had transpired since Dru stepped into her life. Every thing pointed to Dru feeling something towards her as well. This was the inspiration for Willow to even say anything in the first place. She just knew that she was somewhere in Dru's heart. Or was she?

"Well, I hope you're not offended or uncomfortable," Willow offered.

"Oh of course not, I see it as a gift. I know that wasn't easy for you to say - that took a lot of...balls, for lack of a better term," Dru said.

Willow nodded her head in agreement, while feeling as though she wanted to crawl into a dark cave far away and die.

"For what's it worth, you will always have my friendship."

"Thank you," Willow whispered. Amidst her own tears, she could see Dru's eyes filling up, but she knew Dru wouldn't dare let them fall in front of her.

"I will say that I'm not surprised," Dru added.

Willow raised her eyebrows in astonishment. "Excuse me?"

"I don't mean that in a conceited way. I mean, you're not the only one with an intuition. I felt there was something different over the last several weeks."

Yet, you said nothing. What's up with that?

"Really?"

"Yes, I wasn't sure what I'd say when you...or if you decided to say something."

Willow just looked at her. WTF? Willow took a deep breath and stood up.

"I have something I'd like to show you," she grabbed a DVD of Def Poetry Season 2. She put the DVD into her portable player and just started talking about her favorite poets on the show.

Dru didn't say anything. Perhaps she wasn't sure what to say. After watching several poets on the show, Willow and Dru had an amazing four-hour discussion that included a mini-ritual in honor of the new moon and new beginnings. They laughed. They got serious. They laughed. And they laughed...a lot.

Laughter is good medicine. And Lord knows Willow needed all the spiritual medicine she could get that night. Taking yet another bold step, Willow asked Dru for a hug before she left. Dru opened her arms. Willow noticed the strength and comfort of her embrace. Yet another reason for her to love Dru, she felt safe with this woman. She felt secure and confident with her.

"Dru, I can't promise that I will stop feeling this love for you. It won't go away. You need to understand that."

"I know. You will always have my friendship. I've never been attracted to a woman, but who knows maybe that will change."

Willow's heart fluttered. "So can we get together next weekend...get some Indian food?"

"Sure, I am busy on Saturday. So what about Sunday?"

"That's fine."

"Okay, I'll call you so we can figure out a time," Dru said.

"Okay," she opened the door. Dru stepped outside and headed up the steps.

"Drive safely," Willow said.

"I will."

Willow sat in the recliner. She cried. She smiled. She laughed. And she cried again.