9 November 2012
These dark winter nights seem to have crept up on me. I remember how it used to be, when it would rain for hours on end...or when the humid heat would have me tearing at my sheets. I remember the endless cloudy and rainy days, before that the threat of snow and sleet but before that was the endless dark winter nights. I remember them the most cos it's how I met you.
"Do you wanna go out?" You cautiously texted me.
"Sure" I replied, internally crying 'take me away'.
I'd known you about 4 weeks, sporadic emails back and forth before I gave you my number. I didn't expect a text message, I didn't expect to end up craving your replies or feeling a small thump of excitement when I heard that chirp. But the day came, you suggested a trip to Ikea, a chance to finally meet each other. I give you points for originality. A well lit place for two people who didn't know what was to happen. You were just my friend then, a guy I window shopped in Ikea with, had swedish meatballs with and then watched Never Mind the Buzzcocks on his bed with.
I expected to go home soon after that. It had been nice, even refreshing meeting someone new who was just the same in person as they had been on the phone.
I tickled you, a retaliation for a comment you made I think. Back then retaliation happened for anything, we didn't taunt each other with words like we do now. Then the fight started, a touch here, legs intertwined, laughter and breathless cries, hands pinned down and then that look. That look of emotionally charged silence when two pairs of eyes meet and the subtle hint is made.
"Can I kiss you?" mentally you asked, as your gaze dropped to my lips.
"Yes" I replied, wishing you already had.
And then it happened. My lips met yours in a slow and hesitate dance, partners who knew the steps but weren't in any hurry to perform yet. You pulled away briefly, to meet my eyes and check it was okay. I think I nodded or maybe you just knew, the dam just broke loose for it was felt in the ferocity of that second kiss. It wasn't a duel, it was a no-holds brawl.
Breathless and wanting, we pulled apart. I sat on top of you as I pulled your shirt over your head, telling you that I just had to see that nipple piercing! You grinned and reminded me that you didn't wear it any more.
"Booooo, you suck" I moaned, smiling as I slid down to your chest, placing my knee between your legs.
A sharp intake of breath from you had me sure I was on the right path. The bulge under my knee wasn't just a happy coincidence!
"I should get you home" you said, trying to cool things off.
"Yeah I suppose" I replied, pulling away from you.
I knew you were right, regardless of what rules had been given. You dropped me at home, and I went back to the role assigned to me.
The text came the next morning , "I had a great time last tonight".
"Me too. I wanna see you again" I sent back.
"How soon is too soon?"
"No such thing as too soon!"
"Tomorrow night?"
"Sure :)"
And it began. The weekends at yours, the weekdays that were meant to be quick visits but weren't, the lazy sleepovers, the temptation (oh wow the temptation!) the desperation to see you, actually the need to be closer to you and just spend that time with you. I loved it, that we shared more of our hearts than our bodies in those winter nights.
I met you; The boy, Irish...my friend, my supporter, my partner in crime, my lover and my best friend on November 6th 2011.
It's been a year and I love you, still. Hey you're not the easiest person to love! :P I still get that charge of 'wow' when I see you. Even when it's only via FaceTime and not in person these days.
Come back soon.
I'd like to celebrate at least the next major anniversary with you.
January 11th.
Yeah you know that date....
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