Dear Void,
Are you in the mood to hear about my favorite love story?...
“Once upon a time there was a boy, who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering” (The History of Love)
It was cold when they first met. There wasn’t even an instant of recognition. She was sad and uncomfortable and he was tired and also cold: that’s why they didn’t even acknowledge their existence.
The second time they met she was tired but he was close, so they became curious. Maybe if she wasn’t tired she might’ve noticed him before, but that day she was only curious.
It was a sunny Sunday when they noticed each other. She didn’t know how important that second on the boat was going to become for her memories later on, especially when she’d ask herself How did I get here? She’d always go back to that instant.
It was a Wednesday -only 3 days had passed- when she was too curious to leave those question marks unanswered so she invited him to her world. Later on, he told her that her invitation that day was the beginning (or maybe the end) of his healing process.
Less than a day passed when his curiosity was too much to handle and he asked her to tell him the story of her days. She’ll always remember when all of that happened because it was the day of her Saint and she stayed one hour later that she should at work so that she’d finish putting her thoughts into words. She’d remember that day because it was the first time in centuries since she felt that excitement and adrenaline on the sole question What did he mean by asking me this!?
I was a Monday when they had their first date. He was on time. Too good of a sign to let it pass unnoticed. They talked for endless hours, of endless things and with so much honesty and with so little fear, that those were too good of signs to let them (him) go unnoticed. Everything was happening so fast that she didn’t have time to do what she always did: plan and imagine the conversations she’d have. This meant that she was being 100% herself, and the fact that she saw fascination in his eyes was that much special. Too good of a reaction to let the spark shade away.
It passed less than 48 hs. When he asked her to go out with him again. That night was one of the most magical hours of her life. As every word of his mouth came out at the perfect time saying the prefect things, her thoughts sounded something like this: “Try not to look so charmed. Stop staring at his lips! Noo, they might not taste like the strawberry juice he’s having… but, what if they do?... And if they don’t? what do they taste like?? No! Stop thinking about it. He looks like a smart guy, he knows what your eyes are saying to his. Patience. Be patient. Don’t forget this moment. Memorize every bit of it. Some day you might have to tell someone about tonight so you better pay attention. Look up! Look somewhere else, not his lips! Focus!”
After the second glass of wine, not grabbing his hands was one of the hardest things she ever had to do.. Her self-control was put to the test and she barely passed. Getting out of his car later on felt almost like a relief. For now imagining how the moment would be (taste) like was all she settled for.
“Tarde 37 años en poder salir contigo, no me hacen nada 2 o 3 días más”. I was a Friday when all the doubts she had about his intentions faded after she read that sentence. At that moment she knew she was one of the luckiest women to walk this earth.
She missed him during the weekend. He missed her too. He couldn’t wait to go back home to ask her out for the third time.
He was on time again, They ate Mexican but the heat on their faces and in the air was not caused by the spicy food. The tension was the result of their souls hugging each other while their bodies made their best effort not to jump on each other in front of everyone. There were moments when she had to close her eyes and breath slowly. She wouldn’t be surprised if she woke up in her bed because those things they said to each other don’t happen to people like them.
What if I’m inventing you? She thought out loud. I hope you’re not he replied.
It was before midnight when she hugged him and they kissed for the first time. She would swear time stopped right there so the moment could last a little longer.
Once upon a time there was a girl, who loved a boy, and his lips was a question she wanted to spend her whole life answering. I hope she has that time.
I really hope I have that time.
Good night Dear Void...
