When you laughed your eyes closed slightly, like you lived in the moment longer than those who saw it. I closed my eyes as well, hoping we could finish off each others thought. The world waited for me when we were together, I used to never be able to keep up.
We met in a library, "You're not supposed to talk in this section" were the first words you said to me.
"Can I read this chapter to you" were mine.
Luckily I was sitting down when I first saw you, walking up and down the isles, touching the edges of all the books you passed as if you were hoping your heart would lead you to the right selection. Your summer dress flowing behind you, an invitation for me to follow.
I never planned what to say, like I had with others, that's what made it perfect, innocence.
"If there is such a thing.."
"Shh"
"If there is such a thing as marriage.."
"Shhh ... and come on" you chuckled grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the readers who had been disturbed.
I wondered why they were agitated, if they wanted to read, the book I was holding was the best read in the world. I didn't quite finish my thought because I knew you had hold of my hand. I breathed in.
"Why did you do that? That's the silent section" you said stepping down the stairs.
You weren't holding my hand anymore, but it was still warm from your touch. I followed.
"It would be the noisy section to a mind reader" I mused.
"And is that what you are?" you stared at me seriously.
"No" I smiled "I'm sorry, I just wanted to read to you".
"Well I can read to myself thank you". You started walking away.
"I'm sure you can, but the words I'll read to you will sound different coming from my lips than they do from yours" I said.
You stopped. I walked up behind you, your back still turned.
"If there is such a thing as marriage, it takes place long before the ceremony, in a car on the way to the airport, or as a gray bedroom churns with the sound of morning, one lover watching the other, or as two strangers stand together in the rain, no bus in sight, arms weighed down with shopping bags. You don't know then, but later you realise, that was the moment"...
Your back was still turned and you were doing something with your hand, near your face, wiping away a tear perhaps? You stepped around to face me, putting the top on your lipstick and placing it back into your bag. You pressed your lips together, now cherry with colour. Stepping closer again, you took the book out of my hand, cleared your throat and began.
..."And always without words. Language is like looking at a map of somewhere, love is living there and surviving on the land.
You get to a stage where stories don't matter anymore and the stories once told so passionately become a tide that never quite reaches the point of being said. And there is no such thing as fate, but there are no accidents either.
I didn't fall in love with Bruno then, I had always loved him and we were always together. Love is like life, but starts before and continues after, we arrive and depart in the middle".
Silence, even in the noisy section, it seemed.
"And that is what the words sound like coming from my lips" You whispered.
The most intimate moment I had ever shared with anyone and we barely touched.
I'm out of breath.
(Another part of one of my short stories) ^.^
We met in a library, "You're not supposed to talk in this section" were the first words you said to me.
"Can I read this chapter to you" were mine.
Luckily I was sitting down when I first saw you, walking up and down the isles, touching the edges of all the books you passed as if you were hoping your heart would lead you to the right selection. Your summer dress flowing behind you, an invitation for me to follow.
I never planned what to say, like I had with others, that's what made it perfect, innocence.
"If there is such a thing.."
"Shh"
"If there is such a thing as marriage.."
"Shhh ... and come on" you chuckled grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the readers who had been disturbed.
I wondered why they were agitated, if they wanted to read, the book I was holding was the best read in the world. I didn't quite finish my thought because I knew you had hold of my hand. I breathed in.
"Why did you do that? That's the silent section" you said stepping down the stairs.
You weren't holding my hand anymore, but it was still warm from your touch. I followed.
"It would be the noisy section to a mind reader" I mused.
"And is that what you are?" you stared at me seriously.
"No" I smiled "I'm sorry, I just wanted to read to you".
"Well I can read to myself thank you". You started walking away.
"I'm sure you can, but the words I'll read to you will sound different coming from my lips than they do from yours" I said.
You stopped. I walked up behind you, your back still turned.
"If there is such a thing as marriage, it takes place long before the ceremony, in a car on the way to the airport, or as a gray bedroom churns with the sound of morning, one lover watching the other, or as two strangers stand together in the rain, no bus in sight, arms weighed down with shopping bags. You don't know then, but later you realise, that was the moment"...
Your back was still turned and you were doing something with your hand, near your face, wiping away a tear perhaps? You stepped around to face me, putting the top on your lipstick and placing it back into your bag. You pressed your lips together, now cherry with colour. Stepping closer again, you took the book out of my hand, cleared your throat and began.
..."And always without words. Language is like looking at a map of somewhere, love is living there and surviving on the land.
You get to a stage where stories don't matter anymore and the stories once told so passionately become a tide that never quite reaches the point of being said. And there is no such thing as fate, but there are no accidents either.
I didn't fall in love with Bruno then, I had always loved him and we were always together. Love is like life, but starts before and continues after, we arrive and depart in the middle".
Silence, even in the noisy section, it seemed.
"And that is what the words sound like coming from my lips" You whispered.
The most intimate moment I had ever shared with anyone and we barely touched.
I'm out of breath.
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