commuter series #3

seems like i’ve been doing a lot of commuting (and a lot of thinking) these days–no, not for work, at least not yet. so here’s the newest addition to the commuter series.

Existence

In an embrace, my head rested on your chest for what seemed to last a few minutes, but in reality only a few seconds. Our bodies met not with electricity or spine-tingling epiphanies, but in comfort, as if we had embraced in a previous life, in a previous memory. I had forgotten what difference a tender touch could do for the soul. Reawakening the body, screaming to the mind, “Hey, I’m here. Pay attention to me. I need fulfillment too.” Not necessarily romantic or sexual in any way, but just the feel of the existence of another person, of the existence of yourself, of your relation to another.

In this embrace, when air stood between us, you didn’t seem larger than life anymore. As if the pedestal I had placed you on gently withered away. No more formalities. No more fantasies. Just another girl and boy, occupying the same moment, not knowing if it’s meant to be anything more than this.