dkny apple

The anticipation is killing you, not really, but that’s what you say when you’re about to cross an item off your bucket list.

In the audience, there’s a sort of hesitation that could only happen when you’re in real awe. But I’m not sure though, people making their way to the front at the very end of show demonstrates otherwise.

But I’m sad that scent is such a tangible memory. The lasting impression for now will remain DKNY, apple.

flip

I could see her hand moving slowly from her side, slightly tilted, travelling from her centre up toward midair, flat. I realised it was aimed at me, at my face, but it was all happening so slowly.

I felt like I had one million thoughts just then, I was debating myself, going back and forth between memories, investigating reasons and actions like I was building a case of trial, finding arguments that would support me. But her hand suddenly stopped, her eyes widening with surprise.

The fingers of my right hand were tightly wrapped around her right wrist. I could feel the lack of expression in my face as I examined myself curiously. Sounds followed.

“If you ever touch me again, you’ll never see me again.” I heard myself say. Her black eyes watered, she didn’t move. But the force behind her motion lingered in the air, I held it there.

Then she crumbled, her arm limp, her gaze dropped to the floor. She was the smallest person I’ve ever seen.

She never touched me again. And I changed forever.

skin

Do you remember that funny story you used to tell at parties, I don’t even know why your friends would ask you to tell it again, they must have heard it a million times, sometimes I think they’re kind of mean, like the way they would study me when they spoke as if every word was a test, well I would pass, smiling along, laughing at the absurdity of that situation, you know, it’s the haha kind of funny, who wouldn’t think so, and I really did, but no one else knew you like that, and this might have been the fourth time I heard it, there would be more, did I tell stories like it, I know I didn’t really mind, you know that too right, but sometimes I’d think of something nice, like your face or freckles, like our trip last summer, or what we’d do next Tuesday, what Christmas would be like this year and think of all the ways I love you and there it would be, you in that situation, I’d imagine what the humidity felt like on your skin, and what words were exchanged, I’d imagine the sound of your feet against the ground and the loudness of locks, doors opening and closing, water on your lips and nervous smiles for no reason, I’d imagine the expression on your face and it ruined me, I couldn’t tell you why, but I see how it snuck into our space and now that’s inexplicably one of the best kept memories.