Monday, 6 June 2016

Crepes and Ice Cream

I remember seeing you when I left the building. I remember there was a crowd of thousands of people, but I still saw you as clearly as if you were the only one there; at least, that's how it felt. I remember we started to walk, talking about everything and nothing at the same time.
When we got to our destination, you decided you wanted to eat and sat down on a bench. Then, shyly, you looked up and patted the surface next to you so I would sit down there. I remember it all, but the thing I remember the most is the look in your eyes when you did that. I might have blushed a little bit, but it was so endearing, so simple, so you.
I remember we went into the workshop and we sat silently next to each other. We took a selfie. I still have it on my phone. I remember that, when we had to turn around and look back, I moved a little bit closer to you, and you didn't move away. I felt that it was exactly my place. I felt like I belonged there as I'd never felt I belonged anywhere.
We left the workshop and still had time, so we found a place where we bought something to eat. It was December, so you ordered a hot chocolate crepe. But it was an unusually hot December, so I ordered an ice cream. Hot and cold. Somehow, that was the perfect depiction of how we were: really different, but coming from the same place after all.
We sat down on a hidden park bench and started to talk. The conversation flowed easily. There were no walls, there has never been any wall when it comes to you. I remember that, whenever I talked, you looked at me. You didn't just listen to me without paying attention, you were hearing every single word, and it felt like... like you saw me. You saw who I actually was, which is something not even I know. It was intimidating, because no one had ever paid attention to me that way before.
And we talked about that book we have in common, remember? That book that such few people have read and we both love so much. To some it could seem unimportant, but it was so crucial to us. That book explained something that was in both our souls. And we understood it.
After all this time, that's what I remember the most. That afternoon when I sat next to you and we ate a crepe and an ice cream. Still today, it's one of my most precious moments.


A big big hug,

Acqua

14 comments:

  1. at first i thought it was a story. (sorry) you had a lovely time with her/him. i wish that can always happen to you x

    jess x | https://wellwellgirls.blogspot.tw/

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    1. Well, it is a story... but all stories have some truth to it! It's kind of n embellished memory. I'm glad you liked it! xx

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  2. Hmmmm is this a story or a real life thingy? Either way it's an absolutely fantabulous piece of writing! Your words just flow and it sounds almost poetic! And OMG I love that title - it's kinda making me hungry though :D

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    1. Halfway through hahaha I like to call it an embellished truth! Thank you so much, it means a lot! Right? xx

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  3. I love this piece of writing! It was so interesting xx
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  4. your writing is incredible!xx

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  5. I love your writing it is so good!!!!!

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  6. Great read! Love this post!
    Love,
    Kisses and hugs from www.trangscorner.com {a lifestyle, fashion, beauty, and food blog}

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  7. Is it a real Memory? or something you've written? anyway it's lovely :) xxx

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    1. Halfway hahaha It's based on something that happened to me, but it's not 100% real! xx

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