Wednesday, August 11, 2010

I'll never be able to get over the way we look at each other

He said you don't have to go so I said I should go but I didn't mean it because it was the first time in over two weeks we had hugged and it was one of those hugs that's too long (too long in that it's dangerous, loaded, a narrow road that leads to nudity and debauchery, which is what the whole thing was kind of about in the first place and has made it so hard to move forward with another pace.) And so he said it again, this time in a whisper - you can stay here tonight - and I said it too, also in a whisper - but I really should go - and I did (and I still don't know why). And the entire drive home I couldn't stop thinking about his scent, familiar and so strong I could cry.

Photo by Lina Scheynius

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