Memoirs of my 26th part 1

And last night you were there, looking exquisitely beautiful and fragile. Your eyes dazzled like they were part of the colorful rays of lights suspended around the universe-like space--where we spent those hours wasted from the hallucinating chemicals that make the world we live in more superb, more open-minded and more exciting.

And in between those intoxicating minutes, our feet were silently talking and cuddling under the table. I long for your touch, I long for your kisses--I long for the wholeness of you. The wholeness that I know cannot take, as much as I cannot let go of. And hours after breathing in that indistinct realm, we found ourselves resting, our arms tangled, our breaths warmth by the taste of beer. We didn't kiss. We didn't make love (or maybe it is better to say that we didn't act upon the things that we wanted to happen that night). We fell asleep and in my dreams, we were still together--running away from the world.