Meetings, or What virginity entails.
Remember, You wrote :Omnia vincit amor; et nos cedamus amori. Small words in latin, on my silky wrist. Morning mist made it unreadable, almost immediately.
I remember that I questioned if it really was me, by the lake in those early hours. The fire was since long just humid coal but I was watching the dawn. Saw the sun rise and pondered it's potential to make me warm. Just like you did.
16 years of soft child's skin, and someone else with a velvet voice and crisp stubble in the morning light. Were you a dozen years older perhaps?
You spoke to me as if I was an adult as we watched the fire go out and the sun rise. I didn't lose anything that night. You told me about your daughter that you had never met. You spoke about an eighteenth century poet and macroeconomic theory. You kissed my lips when the entire world was asleep.
I didn't sleep that night. I woke up. But I promise, I didn't lose anything.
Then
There was this silence in the street clamor and my skin felt a little warmer. Brown hair in the Italian sun and memories of a poet that dawn. The years of, imagineifwemeetagain.
See this only happens when life is so simple and pleasant. And I was thinking; I have a sweet boyfriend at home now. We are both nineteen years old and we ought to spend forever with each other.
Yet perhaps I had always known that I didn't want to talk about the neighbour's new car, soccer and Channel 4.
I yearned conversations. About an eighteenth century poet, paradise birds and relativity theory.
And I'm falling and falling for you in just that moment, in the afternoon sun by a fountain in Rome.
So far away from the forest two miles away from the house where I'd lived all my life and where I probably would have stayed. If it would not have been for you. Once again you make me wake up and see what life can be.
Then you see me and in your eyes some form of shame. Perhaps everyone talked about you. How you lips met a child's that night in August.
When you look away. That is when I lose my innocence.
Short story by CC
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Written on 2009-02-20 at 20:47
Tags Innocence Virginity Regret
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