My favourite C-word on my second
A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.
But I want to.
“You said that was the last one.”
“I know,” I say, “I just can’t get enough of you.”
She smiles. The following few moments are a blank space in my memory. I pull away when I start thinking again.
“I’ve got to go soon,” she says coyly.
I’m more forgetful than I would like to be. Most days I can’t remember what she looks like. But her smile I remember. And her voice. And her smell, but only when it suddenly wafts pass me, and my thoughts are once again shift to her.
This is either going to go very well, or very badly. I won’t be sad in any case. The last few weeks have been heaven. She is not the answer to my prayers, but rather, someone to strengthen them. This is going to hurt so fucking good.
-Charlton, 14 May 2019