He told me to make a wish, I did.
It never came true.
To have you, to hold you, that is what I wanted.
I only had you for one night.
But was it worth it?
"Come closer," you said, in that low, sultry voice.
I obeyed willingly, the nervousness, the excitement, was overwhelming.
I saw you, you bleach blonde idol of sex and drugs.
You saw me.
I don't know what it was that sparked your interest.
My look.
My eyes.
What was it Curt?
Somehow you drew me to you, up to the top.
Up to the top of a roof.
My eyes were shimmering, my heart skipping.
And there you were.
Curt Wild.
You are my dream boy.
You are my dream toy.
"Hey!"
You took me in your arms.
"What's your name?"
I couldn't say.
"Favorite color? Movie? Song?"
I didn't answer.
"Are you high?"
Maybe.
The stars were shining, making his hair sparkle unnaturally.
Painted nails came to stroke my cheek.
He took my face in his hands.
"I will mangle your mind."
And he did.
I found myself on the cold hard ground, panting and shivering.
Curt was deep inside of me.
I had never felt so alive before.
I had never felt so much bliss.
That morning we lay in each other's arms.
Then that was it.
I never heard from him again.
I only have memories of that night.
And now, after ten long years, I finally meet with you again Curt.
"Cheers."