A kiss this morning that was unexpected; there was no accounting for it, an intersection of vectors nestled within an unregarded routine . . . I'd squirrled up my courage to open a two year old box that proved to be empty, and now lost and nearly forgotten there she is behind me, in my space, playful. I turn and am kissed, on the mouth and wet.
I can still feel it. I've been walking around with it all day, a sense memory that won't leave because I keep asking it to tell me the story one more time.
I can still feel it. I've been walking around with it all day, a sense memory that won't leave because I keep asking it to tell me the story one more time.
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beautiful and sad...
i like your comment to mine...yes, could it be we are so taken w/others' effects on our reality...their turning of it...there must be more...the aesthetics just that...the sensory wetness of that kiss...the lingering memory...there must be more....tell me there is!
I met an amazing German girl a few months ago. She was just here for a semester abroad, then off to France. And she had a boyfriend back home. She expressed that she liked me, and we certainly made a romantic connection the few times we went out. But she didn't want to leave her boyfriend, and I didn't want to go intercontinental, so it didn't work. Her boyfriend came stateside to visit, and stayed longer than planned, and he basically vetoed our seeing each other. (We never did anything inappropriate, but there was some attachment that was probably out-of-bounds).
Anyway, so I haven't seen her since he came, and I've only talked to her a couple times. It's a little sad, but not really. I did what I could, we found excellence, and I figure there's a one in a hundred chance that in some future our paths will cross under more favorable circumstances. If not, oh well. It was worth it anyway. But the longview keeps me steady, I guess. It keeps me from freaking out about my current situation, and lets me laugh at it instead.