I like the color of his eyes.
You okay? He asked.
Yes, yes. I am.
I could hardly contain my smile.
I’m Viktor.
I’m Genevieve. Genie for short.
Ah nice.
For the first time in my life, there were no signs, no obvious signals from the universe.
Things were taking their own course and I felt like I had very little control of what was happening around.
I had very little control over what I was doing.
I gasped for breathe.
Are we doing this because we’re attracted to each other?
Yes, why else?
Why didn’t a feeling like this bother me?
He continued kissing me, telling me how beautiful I was, he kissed me till my lips turned blue.
He laughed about it and then later told me how he has to do all the hard work when we make out.
Now when I’m alone, I don’t cry over lost love. I giggle over funny conversations.
I sit by trees to not hide my tears but to remember late night kisses.
I never knew how a stranger’s touch could feel so familiar.
I don’t do this with everyone. I don’t know why I’m doing this you.
Don’t overthink.
When I lied down in his bed, he tickled me and I faked it.
Never had I seen anyone this angry, he told me he hated fake people.
I wasn’t fake right? I was just trying to be funny.
Fuck You, he said.
Fuck me, I wished.
When he laid down on my lap, I kissed him upside down and that felt like magic.
He took me to the creepiest place possible and tried to scare me.
You look tall today.
Yea it’s the shoes.
He turned to me, picked me up and kissed me again.
Why?
Because I like it.
I burst out laughing.
Why are you laughing?
I don’t know.
Why do you have to go? Stay.
It’s late I have t..
He doesn’t let me finish my sentences. He knows what I want.
The universe works in mysterious ways.
We kissed passionately, kissed as the transformer behind his car blew up.
What the fuck!
I burst out laughing again.
Literal fireworks everywhere.
I haven’t known him for a long time, but it’s strange how everything we do feels so relevant and repetitive as though we’ve already done this before.
I don’t have emotions anymore.
I understand, it’s okay.
It’s okay right?
I like late night rides when you sing your favorite songs and definitely do not let me sing mine.
I like to caress your hair when I see that frown on your face.
I like your spontaneous kisses and even more I like your worried expression when I kiss you in between traffic lights.
Are you crazy?
Oh my god, look at your face.
I’m scared that I might hurt you.
Woah, Genie, no one’s getting hurt.
You and I are so different, just way too different to function above the intimacy level we share.
and that’s okay right?
Because for the first time in my life, having no such attachment or feelings isn’t binding me down.
The oxytocin feels good.
We’re two different souls, looking into different destinations, sharing perhaps a fragment of future memories.
