Ten reflections from a long weekend
I want so badly to ask what you thought about this time together. This brief, fleeting moment we got to spend together. [1] What did it feel like to see me and talk to me again? [2] To share your memories again with me? [3] What made you decide to kiss me? [4] To touch me? [5] What did that feel like again? [6] What does it mean?
[7] Do you think we'd be drawn to each other if we met now, as strangers and adults? It feels like we imprinted on each other like baby ducks, and now there's just no undoing nature. I'd follow you into the dark.
So, we have once again proven Abbey right. Unable to see each other with proper boundaries. [8] Does this mean that we are unable to have a platonic friendship? I heard you say something like us hooking up is inevitable because "it's me." And that sentiment is either beautiful or heartbreaking.
Because if after ten years apart we can't keep our hands off each other because we are in love and trying desperately to create space to find ourselves together one day, then learning that you evoke the same intense, breath-stopping reactions in me is inspiring. I want to be in love with someone that can make me feel the way you do, fifteen years strong. In these new, aging bodies I want someone who makes me feel twenty years old, who makes me want to do the things I dream about doing to you.
[9] Can you just tell me how you feel about me?
[10] Do we have a tentative plan for the future? Can we make one?