“For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.” – Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins
Day 41 of Missing You
I complained that we didn’t have a photo together. (When I tell this to people, they’re always like, WHAT?! It’s hard to believe, apparently.) Then, when I was going through my pictures on my phone, I found this: THIS ONLY COUNTS A LITTLE. So you are not off the hook. Skype screenshots also do not count that much, FYI. I know I’ve been to Fuerza Bruta x amount of times (I lost track, I admit it), but I really think that going with you was the best and most memorable.
Day 19 of Missing You
Soneto XI Tengo hambre de tu boca, de tu voz, de tu pelo y por las calles voy sin nutrirme, callado, no me sostiene el pan, el alba me desquicia, busco el sonido líquido de tus pies en el día. Estoy hambriento de tu risa resbalada, de tus manos color de furioso granero, tengo hambre de la pálida piedra de tus uñas, quiero comer tu piel como una intacta almendra. Quiero comer el rayo quemado en tu hermosura, la nariz soberana del arrogante rostro, quiero comer la sombra fugaz de tus pestañas y hambriento vengo y voy olfateando el crepúsculo buscándote, buscando tu corazón caliente como un puma en la…
Day 5 of Missing You
I actually just got off the phone with you. But since it is past midnight my time, I will call this day 5. Chances are I will finish this post tomorrow morning or afternoon anyway. So I was thinking of the fact that it is my turn to send you pictures. (I was in the bathroom while we were having this conversation. Which means that, because of the echo, the whole house probably heard. From an outsider’s perspective [in this case, Jaymes and Iya’s], I can only imagine what they think when we say that we are exchanging pictures. But whatever.) Every now and then I do make an effort…
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