*-. funny how time flies... .-*

A serendipitous first meeting. Talk talk talk... within a seductive, yet comfortable buzz. a tavern, a mexican place. A pool in the suburbs, art festivals, plays. Endless politically incorrect jokes... that every once in a while make me so angry I want to tickle you. Making me a part of your life... your secrets, your fears. My dramatic crisis filled with tears at your shoulders. For one weekend, it seems over. [Don't call me]. A second pseudo coincidence that, with a little push, again makes us closer. Clouds of doubt that slowly fade. Pieces of a past not forgotten, but that no longer interfere. "Yo hablo", you say, proud of having learned your limited fragments of spanish. I can't help noticing your million and one faces, your million and one freckles... i trace them like I would trace with my finger the stars of a constellation in the brightest of nights. Your cat knows me. My apartment recognizes you. I'm amused by all the points of convergence, as well as the thousand and one things we emphatically disagree on. Sci-fi, you say? No way! I have to smile. There is me. There is you. And there is the us where we are intertwined... smart conversations, humor, passion. All wrapped up with a hint of carino. " something happens and i'm head over heels. i never find out, till im head over heels. something happens ... don't take my heart, don't break my heart... don't throw it away" -Tears for Fears