A bead of sweat dripped down his temple and melted into his shirt. I watched his eyes look in places it shouldn’t. Although it was difficult, I resisted the urge to press my lips against his. As I smoked my cigarette, we spoke of things I would later forget. The only memories I would have of our interaction were a dizzy feeling and the sound of rain. He reluctantly walked away, leaving me standing underneath the stairwell. I waited a moment before heading back inside…

a love letter…

 

It was as if I were inside a painting. The pink and gold sky made a violet sea. It was quiet, but I could feel vibrations of sound coming from the city. Far away from it all, I began to reflect, but I had trouble remembering. Their faces had become blurred silhouettes; their names, just coupled letters. It seemed as if my despondent memories had somehow vanished as we made our way further into the water. I breathed deeply hoping to inhale and take with me this unfamiliar sense of calm. As I exhaled, I found myself wondering if love felt like this…