For the first time in a very long time, I’m the one being taken care of.
He approached me from the left. A gentle man, a bit taller than I. His hair was short and blonde. Blue eyes resonated at me through the dim lighting. We chatted and I couldn’t help but think, “Do I deserve to be approached by someone so attractive?” and , “How the hell did THIS happen?!”
The extent of it was: he took my hand and brushed it along his cheek, rough with beard hair.
“Beards.” I told him, “Beards are so sexy.”
He asked me whether I prefer colons or semi-colons when I begin a new thought.
I will probably never see him again!
1. i’m going to australia in 13 days
2. i’m no longer in a committed relationship
3. i have a cat
“When I speak of my love I speak of you,
and when I speak of my passion its to impress you.
When I see you I forget about time,
but when I don’t I count every second.”
She stands leaning on the half-cracked doorway of the small venue. The Strokes are playing the song, “You Talk Way Too Much.” The room is full of sweaty, swaying bodies. The girl’s fingers push her dark hair behind her ears. She glances to the boy dancing to her right. He’s just about her height–maybe a little taller–and his hair is short and his eyes are green. The way he jumps and laughs, how his body moved so fluidly– this ignites something small inside of her. It grows fast and she bites her lip and stares at the floor.
“C’mon, dance with me!” She looks straight into his eyes and blushes. Her feet move towards him.
My heart is in ten million places. I cannot keep track of its whereabouts. My emotions are fleeting. I don’t know where I want to go in the world. I feel lost. There are too many doors. I cannot make a decision.