He
put his left hand over my right eye and asked,
‘What
do you see?’
‘Your
eyes,’ I told him.
‘What
about now?’ he said as he moved his right hand to cover my left eye.
‘Your
smile,’ I said and smiled myself.
He
then covered both my eyes and asked again.
‘Your
soul,’ I replied.
The
pressure of his fingers caused my darkness to light up with yellows, and reds,
and sometimes even blues. I sensed him coming closer.
‘Keep
them closed,’ he said as I felt his breath on my neck.
‘What
if I don’t kiss you?’
‘Then
I will wait, forever.’
‘How
long is that?’
‘How
long since you last kissed me? Forever will always be that stretch of time our
lips have been apart. I only live in nows and forevers.’
His
hands were on my cheeks, my eyes were still closed.
‘What
if I hover right here, a millimeter away?’
‘You
are making me blissfully eternal.’
‘Doesn’t
it hurt?’
‘What?’
‘Me
not kissing you.’
‘It’s
even more painful when you do, for it has to end, and I have to reenter
eternity. Everything is pain, sprinkled with a little hope. If you never kiss
me again I will live forever, and if you do I won’t care if I do.’