were lying in our bed in the van. we were tired. he in particular, had spent all afternoon in the water: perhaps he was already asleep.
I was awake, I felt the car go in the car park by the sea that we had chosen to spend the night. the storm was falling, but I could still hear the sound of waves breaking on the beach.
I was relaxed and calm, was enjoying this moment knowing that I had to leave early the next morning.
kept his hand in mine and I felt very close. approach her to my lips to feel the taste of salt on his skin, he smelled the smell that I know well, I felt a shiver gentle shaking his hand.
the air was cold and wanted to close the sleeping bag, but I could not make up my mind to leave that hand. the desire to keep it so close was strong enough to win the chills.
while shaking his hand, and I realized what I liked to keep it in mine, I wondered why this was so nice and important and indispensable
.
it was love? then love is not only a condition of the soul ...
desire it to be? then the desire is not only a sex drive ...
I continued to shake his hand and to ask about the strange force that obliged me in that position, despite the chilly air, until I fell asleep.
shortly after I woke up to cold and I had to shut down a sleeping bag ... Share
