Is this what I expect from him, to magically read my mind?
As I lie on top of him, he tells me things. I ask him to teach me phrases in his mother tongue. I repeat the words enthusiastically like a parrot. I will forget immediately but I want to try.
“So it’s very similar to French” I exclaim.
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We resume watching our movie after dinner. I nurse my glass of red as he chugs his and lays on my lap. He’s watched it before so he knows how it ends. I’m craving for a cigarette but I’m trying to quit. It helps that he doesn’t smoke. Or maybe I use my cigarette as a way to disconnect and go sit outside on his balcony.
It can get a little bit overwhelming sometimes, the vulnerability.
*****
I wear his t-shirt and severely regret my decision to not wear any underwear to his apartment. I didn’t think I’d be staying over tonight but I feel tired and it’s quite late.
He gives me a toothbrush. Will I find it the next time I go stay over again? I don’t know.
I don’t know anything.
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He’s like a child in a candystore as he spots the motobike on display at the restaurant we’ve dragged ourselves into. I didn’t quite pick him for an enthusiast but he rattles off tech specs like an expert.
“I like the colour. It’s pretty. Maybe we can come back when the place is closed and steal it?” I suggest
“Yes and then go pick up that painting you liked so much the other day” he adds.
Excitedly, he takes out his phone and shows me pictures of his bike back home. I love how animated he gets when describing his happy memories. He’s absolutely adorable.
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“I can’t tonight. I’m meeting L”
“You mean your boyfriend?”
“I don’t know. But I do really like him”
