do you believe (in magic) (in love) (in anything worth anything at all)?
I wore a black sleeveless top to class, since it was so nice outside and I always get hot in the studio anyway. There's a Mia Michaels quote - "If you don't find one moment of magic, you've lost an entire day." Today's moment started with the poke of a paintbrush. I instinctively jumped and yelled, a quick "AH!", startled. After we laughed about it, he ran the thick dry bristles down my bare arm - "does this tickle?" he asked. I smiled and said, "No, it doesn't. Well, a little, I guess. It feels good." He ran it down his own arm, either because he thought I was lying, or because he just wanted to feel it too. He drew the brush up, flirted along the back of his neck and then down to his cheek, the bit of it just by the corner of his mouth. He lit up. Smiled, retracted, laughed a little to himself, as he clearly had found a touchy spot. "What about this?" he said, as he grabbed my left wrist and pulled it across his lap. He held it there and brushed the inside crease of my elbow, up and down where my arm folds. Up and down (up, up, up). It tickled less, but meant more - no one has ever noticed or paid any attention to that part of my body before.
"If you could, would you want to live forever?" he asks me.
"No," I say without hesitation.
"Even if you didn't age? What if you stayed just as you are?"
"Still no."
"Why?"
"Because I feel like eventually I'd get bored."
"You would never have to be bored, it's a choice - you could always make stuff to do."
"That's fair. But wouldn't everyone you love die? That'd be miserable."
"You can fall in love again," he said, looking up.
I hope he believes that in reality, too, and not just in the hypothetical - that you can fall in love again. Because I need him to really believe that. I know he doesn't have a free heart to give right now but I hope he at least believes that one day it will be possible.
"If you could, would you want to live forever?" he asks me.
"No," I say without hesitation.
"Even if you didn't age? What if you stayed just as you are?"
"Still no."
"Why?"
"Because I feel like eventually I'd get bored."
"You would never have to be bored, it's a choice - you could always make stuff to do."
"That's fair. But wouldn't everyone you love die? That'd be miserable."
"You can fall in love again," he said, looking up.
I hope he believes that in reality, too, and not just in the hypothetical - that you can fall in love again. Because I need him to really believe that. I know he doesn't have a free heart to give right now but I hope he at least believes that one day it will be possible.