Still remember the way you kissed that stranger.
He told you that he had found you pretty and he asked you if he could kiss you.
You agreed.
I wanted so bad to be him, but your friend was so obsessed with me.
She thought I was a weak guy with mental issues.
I found her sort of cozy.
I couldn't tell her that I wanted to be with you.
I was so lonely and confused.
It started by accident.
At 13 o'clock or so, I was walking thru the alleys of your school and then I unexpectedly found your friend. She was so happy to see me. She thought I was looking for her.
It was awkward. I wanted to find you.
You appeared half an hour later.
You were sort of angst and bored and proposed us to drink a bear.
Dunno why I accepted.
I really needed to save money.
I was supposed to buy tickets for a Sonic Youth show.
It was almost 15 o'clock but we were already drunk.
Still remember what you said about that stranger when you came back to our table.
I felt dizzy and jealous.
Then, we moved to another bar and we never stopped drinking.
Later, we moved to a really cheap and sordid place.
At noon, we moved to a tavern full of elderly men.
The entire day I had been thinking about kissing you.
I told you that I desired to kiss you.
We were really wasted.
I barely could stand up.
You saw me and you held my hand.
We kissed.
My first feeling was that your warm lips were like an open vibrating sore.
Then you murmured: "I didn't kiss you just because she's my friend..."
(Or so I remember.)
For days I was thinking how precise were my memories about this affair.
Now, it seems another life.
It happened almost 15 years ago.
We are completely different.
You're divorced, you have a child genius and you're sort of a freelance writer.
I'm married, devoted to neurosciences (or so it should be) and happy.
Sometimes I wake up from a crazy dream about that kiss.
I still feel your warm lips like an open vibrating sore.
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