I rewrote this story. - cigarettesandlatte
Our future was never supposed to be this difficult, this hard, this exhausting.
This thing. What we are. It's ridiculous, thinking back on how simple it truly was.
The embarrassing yet endearing confession in the library, one late afternoon. We could have been caught by a teacher or a random student overhearing. The awkward, yet lustful first kiss we shared in a seventeen-year-old boy's manga-stashed bedroom.
The way that you asked me so sweetly, and shy, "can I"? It was daring and dangerous, your mother or father could have walked in on us any point.
We would have been caught, naked and wounded.
But it never happened. Because you could and you did, and I would let you do it all over again if just you asked in that same way.
You weren't nearly as strong and bossy a person when we were young.
Back then you were like me, a teenager. Maybe not as clumsy and free-spirited, but just as awkward, nervous and curious as every other boy our age. All I see now is a strong-willed man, a person that will do anything he can to get me back. It scares me because it is new and unknown to me.
If you hadn't laug.. no, if I asked you more clea.. no.. If we hadn't...
I wonder if your hazel eyes would have greeted me in early college mornings.
In a shared studio apartment, because we wanted privacy and not share our walls in a college dorm-room hallway.
Kissing you good morning even though, I would hate your cigarette scented morning breath.
We would enjoy spending those drunk nights on a college bar downtown.
Doing shot rounds after rounds, challenging each other and having a naughty bet for when we got home.
One would have to drag the other home, swaying down the streets. Singing songs and greeting the people we would meet, and laugh at their faces.
I definitely wouldn't mind the erotic, yet soothing and comforting sex. Sex that would either make me purr like a kitten or bite into the pillow screaming fro pleasure.
It doesn't really matter soft or hard because as long as it's you, I would know what I would be in for.
We wouldn't care about the old couple next door, whose wash-drier would bang against our kitchen wall, nor give a damn about the subway train that would rattle every inch of our apartment. The only thing that would be moving in our shared world, would be our bodies colliding with each other and my head thrashing around in ecstasy. Moans and sighs echoing off of the walls, your sweet raspy moans and breathy thankful words in my ear.
Those sweet and lazy college days would fly by fast.
It would be time to move on to bigger things, larger ideas.
You would go on selling thousand of manga copies and I would be a famous literature editor.
No one would or could stop us.
Our house that would be full of life. Two cats chasing each other, and a dog in between.
And maybe, just maybe an adopted daughter or son, and then life would be perfect.
Perfect...
Just like it was and always was meant to be.
As always, reviewing and criticism is welcome :)