(Source: lucypercivalx, via mydream-yournightmare)
Daymares, Nightdreams.
Love is, like, really important. It's good to be loved. Even if it's only for one night.
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(Source: libertined, via mydream-yournightmare)
Love
Being in love was like china: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would. I’d spend all my life without ever going to china, but it wouldn’t matter, because there was all the rest of the world to visit.
And then someone passed me a bit of sweet stuff and I suddenly realized I had been to china. So to speak. And I’d forgotten it. It was the taste of the sweet stuff that brought it back - I think it was marzipan - sweet almond paste.
I remembered the taste, and all at once I was back tasting it for the first time as a young girl.
I was twelve years old. I was at a party at the house of one of my friends, a birthday party, and there was a disco. Usually girls dance together because the boys are too shy to ask them. But this boy - I didn’t know him - he asked me to dance, and so we had the first dance and then the next and by that time we were talking… And you know what it is when you like someone, you know it at once; well, I liked him such a lot. And we kept on talking and there was a birthday cake. And he took a bit of marzipan and he just gently put it in my mouth - I remember trying to smile, and blushing, and feeling so foolish - and I fell in love with him just for that, for the gentle way he touched my lips with the marzipan.
And I think it was at that party, or it might have been another one, that we kissed each other for the first time. It was in a garden, and there was the sound of music from inside, and the quiet and the cool among the trees, and I was aching - all my body was aching for him, and I could tell he felt the same - and we were both almost too shy to move.
Almost. But one of us did and then without any interval between - it was like a quantum leap, suddenly - we were kissing each other and oh, it was more than china, it was paradise.
We saw each other about half a dozen times, no more. And then his parents moved away and I never saw him again. It was such a sweet time, so short… But there it was. I’d known it. I had been to china.
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