They're like little breadcrumbs, these terse messages, leading back to memory. I have trouble remembering things far away, but I can remember things that are close, but seem so far away.
Like our first kiss, how I pulled you back from the door and drew you close, my right hand behind your head, my left around your back. And then I asked, "Do you want to stay for a while?"
And later, on my bed, both naked to the waist, I held you tight and breathed against your neck, not moving. And you asked, "Are you OK?" "I'm OK," I said. "It's just nice like this. Quiet and still." And it was. It was lovely.
Posted by thevieve at June 15, 2006 7:45 PM