Kiwi Goodness

I watch her walk the path to her building. The building where her class is. Her blonde hair shines brightly in the intense sun, and when she turns to wave at me, I wink at her. It makes her smile. That is why I do things.

That is the only reason I do things.

My time without her is kind of boring. Because I don't like being without her. I like being with her. My body feels better. My lips feel better. My heart feels better. But she likes to learn and I can't blame her. I can only love her. That is the only thing I can do well.

When she is at class, I go to a small café and drink a cup of coffee. Sometimes I sit outside at a table on the sidewalk and watch the people go past me. I like it better when she is sitting across from me. Because then all those people know she is with me. And not with them. That she chooses to sit here with me while I drink my coffee. She hates coffee. So she orders tea.

Then I go to the arcade across the street and play a game. That one with the claw. I try three or four times before I actually get something. Those games are difficult. So I keep going until I win something. It's a crappy stuffed elephant, but it will do. She loves elephants. I hold the small grey elephant in my hand tightly as I head back to the grass by her building.

I see students flow out of the doors and into the sunlight. I spot her talking to a friend, and she is laughing. Then she gives them a hug goodbye and spots me. Then she is smiling, really smiling. Her arms are immediately around my neck, her lips giving it a soft kiss. And by that I know she missed me just as much as I missed her. Even if it was for just fifty minutes.

For you I say as I hand her the stuffed elephant. She smiles brightly at me, her blue eyes twinkling and says You're so cute. Because she knows this mushy side of me. No one else does and I don't want anyone else ever to know it. It is solely reserved for her. She hugs the animal to her chest and grabs my hand, leading me home.

When we enter our loft, I place my keys in the dish on the small table next to the door. I sit myself down on the couch and flip on the TV as she gets a snack from the fridge. My view is soon blocked as she plops herself down on my lap, quickly turning the TV off. She smiles mischievously at me and kisses my nose. And when her soft lips meet my own she tastes like kiwi. I love kiwi.

I smile into our kiss and she runs her hands through my hair. After I start to breathe more heavily, I gently pick her up and lay her down on the length of the couch with me above her. I love you I tell her. I kiss her to prove my point. And she says it back and proves her point. She always does.

I stop kissing her for a moment to look into blue eyes I will forever want to look at. I smile stupidly and she just chuckles. Her hand comes up to trace my eyebrows, my nose, and down to my lips. I kiss her fingers.

And then I kiss the rest of her.

This was inspired by the song Thirteen by Wilco. I'm not sure why. Just was.

El Fin