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i said let’s go to the amphitheatre and he said okay. and i’m happy we went because it’s perhaps my favorite place in this city, not only because of dave and co. or scary stories, or sunbathing but because it’s beautiful. dark, serene, deliciously creepy if you’re too quiet or too alone, just completely reminiscent of something older and firmer than me. he loved it too.
stargazing; towards the end, we sat on the wall at the top so we could look over the city and wrapped ourselves in a blanket. our fingers inched towards each other until his hand was warming mine and he sat with his legs over the side facing forward and i sat with legs crossed facing him so that i could prop my chin on his shoulder and he could lean his cheek against my temple.
he asks me to find don quixote, i ask him to name a constellation. we talk wrapped up in each other. w talk about family, what mine is and what his is. i don’t get embarrassed. i’m honest. i’m scared, vaguely, to open up like this. we lie there together, body heat almost enough, blanket doing the rest of the work. it feels unreal, under the net of stars and the quiet amphitheatre that holds only us and the wind rushing through the leaves but not our hair. we are too close to the ground so it passes over us.
we take our time leaving even though we need to and he takes my hand to walk down the hill and back to the car. the other night i was thinking about this and i was getting anxious so my friend told me to write a list. i usually don't like to do things like that but i did it anyway and was surprised to find that i was still writing after ten minutes.
i'm supposed to go to the forest with this kid tonight. hopefully things will be okay. if not, at least i'll have my polka-dot jack-o-lantern to light the path...
stargazing; towards the end, we sat on the wall at the top so we could look over the city and wrapped ourselves in a blanket. our fingers inched towards each other until his hand was warming mine and he sat with his legs over the side facing forward and i sat with legs crossed facing him so that i could prop my chin on his shoulder and he could lean his cheek against my temple.
he asks me to find don quixote, i ask him to name a constellation. we talk wrapped up in each other. w talk about family, what mine is and what his is. i don’t get embarrassed. i’m honest. i’m scared, vaguely, to open up like this. we lie there together, body heat almost enough, blanket doing the rest of the work. it feels unreal, under the net of stars and the quiet amphitheatre that holds only us and the wind rushing through the leaves but not our hair. we are too close to the ground so it passes over us.
we take our time leaving even though we need to and he takes my hand to walk down the hill and back to the car. the other night i was thinking about this and i was getting anxious so my friend told me to write a list. i usually don't like to do things like that but i did it anyway and was surprised to find that i was still writing after ten minutes.
i'm supposed to go to the forest with this kid tonight. hopefully things will be okay. if not, at least i'll have my polka-dot jack-o-lantern to light the path...