Billet doux meaning literally the dual ticket. Defined as
Love letter
He is a small boy young across the way with a birth mark near his eye. For a moment I thought he was alone barely 7 maybe 8 but tall for his age I would guess him to be. He had a habit of biting his finger the edge part of the cuticle most and then just nibbling on the tips. What must it have meant to want for more than a train ride and a british flag to wave about. His little brother ate chocolate, a massive bar of dairy milk the size of his torso. I was trying to look forward to going home, to put aside the fact that this city I hated for months had actually wiggled its way into my heart. What will you miss he asks me, the people, my friends. It doesn't matter where you are all I am seeking is connection and ive found it in such a real and profound way.
Ill miss you I want to say, ill miss hamstead heath and that tree in regents park where we first kissed. Ill miss holding your bare body against mine. Ill miss drinking too much tea and shaking with anxiety. Ill miss the giant metal elephants (double decker buses) and the grumblings on the weather.
Ill miss how red your cheeks get. How warm it felt inside of you. What it means to kiss with your whole body. To really love someone and say it and not be afraid.
We ask get to know you questions we are still trying to figure out who the other is. You tell me you knew that what you wanted to be when you grew up was happy and a boy and you've ackomplished both. You are so remarkable I can't get enough of moments like this wrapped in limbs and announcing silly things. What's your favorite stationary? I laugh. As in pen and paper and pens and paper? Well pens and stamps and envelopes and you know all kinda of those things. Its a silly question im sure. You tell me the actors you like jack nicholson. And the woman who played in orlando a film about queers. We watched half of that film submarine and felt like the main boy character awkward eager kind. I dreamed of your chest covered in badges a heart one pierced your skin toward the top of where your clavicle is and had the initials of two people along with your own. You said things that were hard to believe but I trusted you. We exchanged deep looks and I love yous. You were cautious as usual and i tried to play down my hurt. Defective eyes I said tearing up. You told me you'd be crying too if it wasn't for the hormones
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