I've taken forever to write about that day.
The day it was 4ºC.
We planned hard and didn't waste any of our time.
"I'll be a little late, love."
"As long as I can see you," I say.
As long as I can see her.
The wind blew hard on the window pane and my eyes were anxious on the road.
Any second.
Any minute.
Anytime now.
I distract myself to make it perfect.
And she's here.
She walks up the bricks, quiet, mindly.
NO.
fucking parents
Skip.
Skip.
Skip.
Skip...
I'm just done with the shit in between.
Soft.
I've never, swear, never been so comforted.
Her velvet lips.
Against mine.
I start to feel ... different.
I love you. We whisper.
Close is not close enough.
I have never felt so loved.
So in love.
I don't wanna talk about the knock on the door and the sigh that follows. I can't be with her the same for other hours.
