20 December 2012
I relieve those memories of how we used to be. You at work on a Friday, me packing an overnight bag at home. 6pm would arrive, the weekend would start with a text "bounce" followed by a ride back to yours.
Inevitably we'd end up in Tesco, grabbing snacks and alcohol, all the while knowing we'd be back in 16 hours for the Saturday ritual of coffee and Krispy Kreme.
A short drive to yours and we'd put away the shopping away. Then up the stairs to your room, where we'd shrug off the jackets before finally saying hello.
The hug. That sweet, warm, 'I've missed you' hug. With a whispered "hi" as if we hadn't just seen each other.
I miss those moments, feeling your body pressed against mine.
And like that it would start, our precious bubble that nothing could penetrate. It would be us, for 64hrs, just living in a beautiful haze of sleep, sex, cuddles and jokes.
And then reality would crash into us. With a kiss goodbye, off to work you'd go, leaving me in your bed surrounded by our smell. Wrapped up in your bed, I'd hug the pillows as I tried to motivate myself to go home.
"Stay for the day, I'll see you tonight"
Decision made, I'd have a shower, tidy up and wait. Another 12 hrs with you and then I'd be ready for goodbye.
Maybe.
How It Used To Be • Opuss № I