It all started with an imaginary kiss from a biker. He is tall, maybe blonde, maybe dark haired, maybe fair or dark, the details are fuzzy now. Let’s focus on the kiss for a moment shall we?
It is not the kiss perse if you ask me. It is where it happened beneath the stars, in a park on a cold summer night. Sitting with strangers, watching a scene from a movie with my favorite glass of wine.
Not drunk enough to be tipsy but delirious enough to want to lose myself to the moment. The wanton lure of ecstacy and promise of lasting memories too shy to fade. The mesmerizing voice of my companion and the taste of his lips….
I find myself hiding behind a wall of desire. Wanting everything yet taking nothing at all. Not wanting to be alone, distrustful of companionship.
I read somewhere if loves comes knocking, accept it and when it leaves, thank it for stopping by.
Actually, it came to you with a pang of tears and acceptance, the reason why you run away is because somewhere deep inside you do not belive you will get the fairytale. The one where you are loved as you want to be loved. The kind of love that is gentle yet fierce, a flowing ember of grace and adventure.
Maybe love is not about happiness but about sacrifice and what you become when you purge yourself of selfishness. This dream is about being free to believe that you will get the fairytale despite the initial scars, that you will thrive and blossom even though. Close your eyes and dream till dreams become reality.
Xoxo,
Dcconnoisseur.
Connoisseur of Memories 