Once more. With feeling!!1

It was the afternoon of extravagant delight. We lived on sunlight and chocolate bars… He wasn’t trying to wreck my life. He was trying to make his better.

It felt like years and years. But the truth is we only had a couple of days. We met on a windy Saturday morning and he was gone by Sunday.

I was a writter. I couldn’t care less what he did for a living. The only thing that mattered to my bohemian soul was his guitar. I loved him instantly for that. And for his Marlboro Reds. And for his charming smile. I was so high with his smell and he was inside me from the second he knocked on that door.

I took a look in his past, I understood and instead of running away, confused, I was fascinated. He thought I was a child. He was ten years older than me. I told him I may be naive, but I know fucked up people when I see them and I know how to care and how to mend.

He smiled and took some photos of my present self, telling me he’ll need them in a few years, when we will surely meet again. I laughed. I didn’t believe in faith. Neither did he. It was something else he was talking about. I needed to grow. He had to heal by himself. It was the only thing about him that slipped by me. It wasn’t until he was gone that I understood what he really meant. It was not our time.

Those hours were perfect and nothing else ever compared. It was him I felt myself with from the very first second. He knew how to kiss me, he had the words, the smile and the addiction I was looking for. It was the closest thing to happiness I had ever found. I lost myself quickly after I lost him.

A lifetime has passed by. I am still naive. Still a writter. Still addicted. Still in love. Still without him. Still nowhere near my true self. They say true love waits. What if we blinked and missed it?