he was always a mystery to me. no matter how much i thought i could observe him from afar.
i know his style his gestures the way he lights up a cigarette how he argues how he jokes around i know the dimple in the corner of his mouth that appears when he smiles.
i never had the courage to even hope of being next to him. it's strange to work with someone you admire in a way you don't even understand. cause it was not a "fell in love" type of feeling, but more like a weird chemical reaction that was happening within me.
and last night i thought i was discovering him. that i will get to discover him. but he only left me with more mystery. with every thing he showed me everything he revealed to me: the affection the caress the kisses even that birthmark, the more mysterious he would get.
today i discovered how much he wants to be a father how much he wants someone how sensitive he is.
and i know i should not be sad thinking now, alone, about what happened but i should be happy that the moment existed. that for a few instants, in the intimacy that we built together he was mine only, he gave himself to me entirely and let a few masks fall.
"Coffee, yes?" well...
and now i ask you, stay!
but i'll pour another glass of waiting. this bar is never closing.