Berlin

oh the places you'll go

Your deep green eyes meet my lake green eyes in T1 and the building falls away. A striking red coat, a blur of hugs and kisses and everything begins right there.

You’ve baked cookies with our initials on them to welcome me. I can’t remember the last time someone put such tender thought into making me feel invited into their world, and the emotions overcome me slightly. I don’t let on, you make me smile, so I fight it down.

You are the embodiment of thoughtfulness and curiosity. The conversation starts on your sofa and ends two days later in your bed when I call my uber. We talk around the whole world, around our thoughts and feelings and families and I feel this connection growing like a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach; the sinking feeling that usually lives there fades until I am present in a way that has been so hard to capture.

We ride the S-Bahn. The frozen city, white, grey and square contrasts with the blondes, reds and softness I hold in one arm as the tram shakes. You take me to your favourite park, and your favourite bridge, which isn’t like the Brooklyn Bridge. We share a pocket, and share my gloves to hold our coffees and maintain the feeling in our fingers.

It’s you, and it’s only you, and you agree, and it’s that easy.

Sunset, cocktails, a look that I can’t forget. I don’t know how many pictures we took of each other, and together, but I study them in every second that I’m not by your side.

She’s a stranger to this city, I’m a stranger to this feeling. This is too good to be true. But you tell me it is good, and it is true, and it’s good that it’s true, and I believe you.

I have to go to the airport now. I can see the sadness in those deep green eyes.

But it’s the beginning of something beautiful, be happy.

My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn’t that enough for a whole lifetime?

- Dostoevsky