By Xhaxha
You let me vent when I felt most lost after a breakup. Though gay, you were there for me on Skype each night at 2 a.m. when I couldn’t sleep. You wore glasses thick and rimmed with sand. I could almost feel the sandstorms in Jordan.
And then you came to visit me in the Philippines. We had coffee as though we were still speaking over Skype. But then you kissed me on my mouth. I could taste the mint in your breath. You slowly walked away and I kept the napkin you wiped the coffee stains with from your lips.
Love is defined by what we leave behind; our touch, our fragrance, our taste, and the sensations in our being. Terrific work, Xhaxha.
I’m so sorry for the delayed reply. I didn’t know. thank you for the comment. I love this story dearly.
This sounds like a true story. I enjoyed reading it.
Oh my God, I have great feedbacks and I didn’t know. Sorry for the delayed reply. Thank you very much.