We would be so close, but when we were out in the world, avoidance would be our game; cheekily giving each other glimpses of our selves from across the room. We would smile, and grin, but we wouldn't ever make contact, not unless it was towards the end of the night. It was a strange affection, a dramatical reflection, a real life movie, we were 2 stars, everyone watched us. We had to look and play the part of that couple.
As the night closed we retired, and the sex was great, or we bickered and complained, and the sex was great.
I don't know that girl anymore. What we shared was unique, and I probably won't ever have again. It was under specific moonlight, and played by very novice actors. We grew up to find that we never knew, that at that time, we were not in a movie. Even if it felt so.
I won't ever see her again.
Who am I?
- Jim Faust
- Quickly evolving and strange concepts, bitter taste and sweet sweet serenity. Broken and completely insane, sitting in the middle of the room, quietly observing the mad chaotic vastness and admiring it's complexity, simply and peacefully.
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