18/06/15

If I could tell myself words of the unseen
If I could make myself see images of the unspoken
I would break the futility, the urge

If I could allow myself to feel the strokes of her fingers
If I could show myself her hand underneath mine through the shifting gears
I would chase the paradox, the sound waves of time.

If I could experience the sensation of her legs around mine,
The weight of her waist firmly pressing against my lower abdomen.

If I could explain the way her sighs escape as my lips gently travel her neck,
The waves of pleasure ignite a hunger and perseverance.

If I could give a heads up to the feeling of seeing her for the first time
The trembling body, the tetris-like analogy, the enzyme-substrate sensation

The meaning of hedonism is rewritten with every embrace, every exchange of glance, every silence shared;
The interpretation of life is renewed after every pun, every playlist, every smile, every sleepy ‘Morning has come’.

If I could bring myself to the past to share wisdom of vibrant youth,
I would say a few sentences, one truth :

Love is coming.
There are no rules.

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23. A Letter To Someone You Are Proud Of

Dear -,

You are one of the reasons I am who I am today. You have taught me a lot about living life to the fullest. We both know you have been through some hardships and you still keep a smile on your face and a feeling for letting life bring to you what it will.

We have so many memories of driving together, laughing at the most random things on the internet, traveling, hanging out in the park in our hometown, exchanging meaningful looks during awkward/momentous situations.

I love you, mpoumpouni.
Marilena

















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