Do you remember that time when we stayed over after that party? We slept in the back room, on an air mattress for two, and at 6.30 it was already so light that we were woken up by the heat coming from outside, because of the bright sun coming through the window. We were naked and just had a little blanket to cover our heated bodies. I kissed you on your chest and your cheeks and your face and we just lay there, touching, and feeling and I couldn’t help but to caress my fingers across the softness of your skin. We had such a long time before the world would wake up, I just enjoyed smelling you and looking at you, and being with you, so close for just those few hours, when you didn’t build up any walls and where it was just you and me and our souls carried by these bodies that fitted so well together. We’d have *** half awake and then I’d lay on your chest, making sure your heart was beating this steady pace, while you fell asleep again. And my heart was so so full.

It felt complete, and full and my being sighed once or twice because it could finally breathe and taste the soft moist air that was love.
I’d glance over to you from time to time, trying to wake you up with my kisses and wanting more, always more of you. I remember my heartbeat, the smile that was plastered on my face and the immense joy that seared through from my crooked toes up to the broken ends of my hair.

It was real, and it was utterly absolute.