GRAY CLAIMING DAY

I was about to take a train when I remember you. There was a bright feeling inside me, convincing me that you would say "yes."

If I had been through many things ... Would I have whipped?

Was I someone who couldn't accept my lover's happiness? Leaving that place helped me deal with my memory of you. We had a magical time together ... so I felt happy for once.

I found you late at night, skating down the street towards the beach. I was about to go to the beach too and I saw you. It was love at first sight. I went straight to you enchanted by your lovely smiling face and then I asked you if you had a lighter. 

You said yes joking, so I told you that I was going to smoke a joint on the beach. We talked and walked for hours, you even took me to your hotel. I kissed you and you kissed me. Softly and very sexy. Sexy as shit, turning me on like a sweaty summer day "Fuck, it's a good kisser," I remember thinking. 

Maybe love is something that ephemeral nature by itself. I could spend hours depicting every single part of your face. I loved how your clear deep-blue-eyes looked sparkling.