stories from the city.

we were inevitable to eachother. we didn't work out as a couple but as lovers and friends we were the best at. the winter after a bad break up we came in contact one another one more time. we were more grown up, more mature, and a little more insane. we slept together all that winter; fucking and cuddling were our favorite choices of activity. we slept all morning and i made her breakfast every day. she liked her coffee cold: three creams, two of sugar. we were inevitable with eachother because we weren't as comfortable with anyone as we were with eachother. she has been the first girl i had ever showered with. the first girl that i felt i truly opened myself to. all of this after breaking up. after that winter we continued seeing eachother but we also saw other people. always coming back to one another. she knew everything about me and i knew everything about her body. what made her tickle, what made her smile, what made the hairs on her arms stand on edge, what made her moan. i knew exactly where i had to touch her to make her jump on my legs and devour me. she knew what made me cry, what made me laugh, where to touch me, where to not touch me. she knew what i liked and loved and what i hated. we were eachother's own encyclopedia. she cheated on her girlfriend with me and i lied to girls about her. i was an imminent part of her life and she was the same to mine. we tried to stay away from eachother as much as we could. and when we did see eachother we tried to do so in public, it hardly worked. i remembered the first time she held my hand. no girl had held my hand in public. i had held hands once before before her but it wasn't in public. we were walking in downtown san diego and as we approached a clothing store before entering, she intertwined her fingers with mine. i remember looking at her and she gave me the sweetest smile anyone had ever given me. i held her hand tightly, as if never wanting to let go. time eventually took its course and she again began seeing someone and i was dating or fucking or seeing or whatever a number of girls who never meant anything to me but she was seeing someone seriously and we kept away from eachother. except, she always came to me whenever she had problems with her girlfriend and that made things hard for both of us. she decided to stop coming over since "cheating comes easy when i'm with you in this room." we saw less and less of eachother for months. until she finally realized that her piece of shit girlfriend was in fact a piece of shit. we began dating again and saw that we just didn't work out. we decided best if we were just friends who slept with eachother occasionally. that always seemed to work out best. her kisses and her body and her scent had always been one of my favorites ever. she had some of the prettiest lips i had ever seen. she was skinny and tall and she had long brown hair and she had smooth skin and this girl was near perfect but not perfect for me.

the last time i saw her she packed most of her clothes in a suit case and took a cab to my house. i took off her shoes and placed her suit case next to my door. we stayed up all night talking and kissing and holding hands and touching in eachother every second. i touched her lips with my hands. i didn't want to forget what the shape of her lips were and i kissed her every chance i could because i didn't want to forget the temperature of her tongue and the taste of lips. the sun was almost out and we showered together one last time. she dressed herself up while i got everything ready for our cab to arrive at seven in the morning. we heard the taxi honk, i grabbed her things, she looked around one more time, and we headed out. we drove 15 minutes to the airport of tijuana, her flight departed at 10am. i sat next to her, we hardly said a word for nearly two hours, just quick glances in eachother's direction and long stares that made us want to tear up and quickly looking away when this happened. her flight was called. the last time i saw her she was happy and sad on her way to paris. she didn't look back... she hasn't looked back.