O Lado B do A

So many things to say with no one to listen. The cold and dark days — and completely cosy -, are knocking on the door, and I still haven’t figured out if your perfume is sweet enough to face the winter and the citrus freshness of mine. So many things to create with no one to share them with. I bought a new camera and some vintage film that perfectly complements the orange hue of your hair. To bring warmth to the feed and to our afternoons after 3 pm. So many places to explore with no one to accompany me. I made a list of my favourite destinations around the world, noting each one’s restaurants that serve your favourite dishes. There’s something enchanting about planning summer during winter. It warms the soul in a certain way. I’m sure it would take your breath away in different ways, just so I could use my mouth-to-mouth skills and hear you say I saved your life. In a way. So many decisions to make, and I still can’t find where my street meets yours, where my calendar aligns with your...

 I went out to the gym and left you sleeping. The sky is still dark, and a cold wind stirs the air. Last night, I watched you sleep. Such peace. I traced every curve of your body, and (re)sketched the line where your bikini kissed your skin. I let you rest, and soon, you woke to the scent of coffee. You said you loved it and had never tasted anything like this. I smiled and told you there was nothing sweeter than the taste of your kiss. You laughed. And I drowned in you. To be Continued….