i wrote this a long time ago

MEMORIES PT/1

I remember the motel we stayed in, 6th floor, room 12. The city outside the window, the balcony we played the ouija board on. I remember how we watched movie after movie: Akira, The Crow, Fight Club, Blue Velvet, Ghost World and Eraserhead. I remember we started hugging while watching Eraserhead. I remember the menu song repeating, and how you fell asleep lying next to me on the floor, your sleepy eyelids, your dark, long eyelashes.

I remember your freckles and pale skin, the bit of facial hair on your chin and your long, black hair between the sheets. I remember looking at you when you were sleeping and thinking, “that’s exactly how he looked like in that picture when he was asleep” and, “be in this moment while it lasts, because you are going to wish you were here again.” 

I remember you waking up, and stroking my arm, your fingers were so slender and beautiful. I remember your green irish eyes staring into me, and your cute little smile. The sunrise outside, the city noises and how you switched the television off. I remember how we sat up, and you walked to the bed, to sit down. I remember how you said to me, “come here”. I remember walking over to you, sitting beside you, and how you leaned in to kiss me.

I remember saying “I don’t really know how to kiss,” and you replied, “It’s okay, just hug me.” We lay next to eachother, the matress was falling off the bed, and my hand rested on your beautiful chest. We kissed for what seemed like forever, it felt like it would never end, that beautiful, unspoken moment. The sun was seeping through the curtains, and the heat of the summer was warm and humid. There we lay, free from everything else, just us; the two adventurers.

I never finished the rest of this. I remember what happened.. it's just too much to put into words. This is a true story.

I miss you