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Don’t move

Don’t move 7 August, 2015Leave a comment

Feliz y soltera escritora. Mientras al hombre de mi vida le enseñan a usar el GPS y logre finalmente encontrarme, yo me dedico a contar historias para vivir, para aprender, crecer, respirar y entender.

I never thought I’d see him again. That night and the one after that we spent them together. I woke up cuddled up by him, kissed and loved. I was living that amazing inexplicable sensation of feeling special with someone I had just met two days ago! two days? Ugh, how easily can I fall for someone… damn!

That second morning, after waking up and staying in bed for a while by his side he left the bed. Don’t move, he said before disappearing from the room and closing the door behind him. All alone naked, among white sheets I tried mentally processing all that my heart and my body were telling me. This is inexplicable. How can I be so happy and feel this much peace with someone I’ve just met?

My daydream was unexpectedly interrupted by an opening door, next to it a -still unknown man- handling two cups of coffee in his hands. At that moment I stopped moving, not really because of his instruction, but rather the shock of having a lovely unknown man caring for me, which I had just met by chance at a bar two days ago. Would he be feeling the same I would? O why would he have this gesture of bringing me coffee to bed adding a don’t move?

 

Feliz y soltera escritora. Mientras al hombre de mi vida le enseñan a usar el GPS y logre finalmente encontrarme, yo me dedico a contar historias para vivir, para aprender, crecer, respirar y entender.

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