Short love stories

 

To bite, chew and swallow! a piece of reality

I liked him because he looked sad. Later realized that he was actually bored, even with himself.

Vacuity, a new word. My bad English.

“Let me entertain you” never was my kind of song. 

At first he wanted to kneel to beg me (in the end I knelt not to beg). 

Afterwards I talked more with the waiters and the beer.

Infinity war started at 7 p.m. Fortunately it did not last long. 

Then I called and bet on Roma in the pub full of Liverpool fans. Owes me £10.

The best was when we were going back home walking down the street in the middle of the night holding each other's hands. Passersby were staring at us.

Beautiful, active, strong, different, aware people, entirely in the present. 

I am still chewing that and making bubbles because I loved it.

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The man who looks at me

We met for the first time at a small gallery concert. 

He was with friends, me too. 

We did not talk much, even did not mention our names because we talked about our jobs which were similar and I was exited about my idealistic vision. 

I did not understand right away that he was looking at me.

During the concert I made videos to the band and the audience. When I went home I watched and checked the records  and saw that the man looked at me all the time. 

It was weird, embarrassing and nice at the same time.

Nobody looked at me like that. And since then he has never stopped. I know that.

Even when I am not here he looks at me.

I met him now, after years, more staid with beard... but he looks at me in the same way.

I desperately want to talk with him and dont want to because I am afraid that he will stop looking at me that way.

I want him to look at me. I feel save, warm and at home in his gaze.

I know that he will look at me even when I am not here at all.