Summer of 14

So we had sex, lots of sex. We stared at each others eyes with light, we kissed and cuddled and had long and interesting, naked conversations; we told stories, some were true some were not. We slept -I slept-. We fit in a twin size bed -and I still wonder how- 

We walked through the city, we used the subway, we held hands and stood in line; we laughed and savored every moment. We worked, and we wrote, and we sung. We walked at night, when it rained, and danced on a hot May day. We smiled and we cried -I cried- and fascinated ourselves. 

We moved out and moved in, we traveled, we packed and unpacked. We texted, we emailed, we tweeted and used to chat, we recorded our voices, we had #RandomQuestionOfTheDay and #CheesyMomentOfTheDay, we exchanged selfies on planes, and buses, and offices -We never talked on the phone-. 

We talked about ourselves, our sphere, our magical connection; we talked about fascination. We had coffee, and greasy food, and milkshakes and chocolate. We bought 2:00 am condoms and we broke a bed. We had beers and shots, we shared cigarettes and smiles; you stood on my feet and blew off my mind. We never stopped being amazed of each other, we never turned off the light; but somehow, somewhere between silly texts and that sunday morning phone call, we went our separate ways.