“I just want to kiss you”… Did I say that aloud?
He remained silent. In that moment .I'd have given anything for a kiss, and you know I mean it. I'd have given up my roller skates, my coffeemaker, my hair, my eyelids, one eye, two fingers, my soul.
His existence had an effect on me; he is responsible for my lack of health, in the last two months I have experienced: high blood pressure, temporary blindness, deafness and tachycardia. I am practically dying.
We usually go to the movies, eat popcorn, and make fun of each other. We didn’t care about the weather, politics or religion.
“We” is our favorite topic.
He looked at me with his wide-opened eyes. He didn’t know what to say. But he was curious, I could tell.
So far, we have kissed on the cheeks, hugged, held hands, caressed each others hair, but we haven’t kissed on the lips… yet. And I like to make clear that we haven’t kissed YET… beautiful word, full of hope.
When we go out, and people are looking at us, I enjoy showing my
I don’t give a shit face, and he loves it. He feels safe and protected with me; he has built a shelter in my company. He is soft and delicate, he is almost ethereal. Nothing like me, I am a rock, a warrior, ready to give my life for him, if he gives me only one kiss.
Fabiola.
November 2004
