365
Has it been a year? How can it have been a year when it still seems like yesterday? I remember everything, of course I do even though the first time we tried to blame it on the alcohol, on the zombies, of course. I remember knees up against each other, under the table, and I remember them from months before that occasion which I thought was a fluke in the system, because yes, I had those thoughts for you but there was no way that you could ever feel the same. And yet, that night, it was there. It wasn’t just knees under the table, or the flirting in our conversation. It was our hands locking in the street as we stumbled from bar to bar, and yes, that could have been that we were drunk, that we were stumbly, but it felt like more than that, and so in the taxi on the way home, when we were far more cuddled up than we should have been, and our hands were still inexpicitly intwined, our eyes met, our heads tipped, our mouths moved together – and we stopped. We paused before we kissed, and we both shook our heads, and we both went “umm, nah” and we sent each other text messages blaming it on the zombie cocktails, shaking it off, saying it wasn’t even a thing at all and we didn’t even need to worry about it.
And then the next day we were both home hungover and you asked me if I wanted to come over and hang out, all casual like, and apologised if that sounded weird because you didn’t mean it to be.. I was too hungover to leave the house so you showed up at mine carrying kebabs and coffee. Of course by that stage you knew that I drank lattes because all we did every day was try and find any excuse to meet up together. We called it boredom at work but it was of course and oh so stupidly an attraction to each other that drew us multiple times a day to that tiny little cafe. But this, this was different.I was deliberatey still in my pyjamas, the thought of dressing up for you terrified me as much as the idea that you could even return the palest fraction of my feelings for you. And yet, you were there, you were so close. It was ridiculous. I made small talk about how drunk we were, trying to skip over the subtext, and yet when I tried to show you some pictures on my laptop, I intended to hand the computer over to you but you came and sat on the couch right next to me, thighs up against mine again, and you were totally in my space, in my world and all I could hear and smell and taste and touch was your presence right there against me and I was totally thrown.
That was the Friday. Or the Thursday? On the Saturday, you were at my house again, and that is a whole new story again.
January 15th, 2010 at 12:28 am
sound fun!
August 6th, 2010 at 12:38 pm
It was fun, and it was terrifying, and it was so much more than I ever thought it could be, and so much less than I wanted it to be, and while Giant has appeared to escape from it all unscathed and unphased, it ripped me to shreds.