1 – The Night You Found Me (Dallas)

Exhaling never felt as hard as at this very moment. I can still feel the phantom of their lips crashed against mine. At some parts, the skin is slightly bruised. I know I will be the perfect tapestry of their art the next day when the darkness of the night won’t hide me any more. How strange that you could wish for more. More hands at places which feel too hot to be skin. More sugary whispers, promises which are always a distance away. They are intoxicating and I know it. Maybe the song the two of us listened to – All That Pretty Love by Atom & Breathe – should’ve been a warning that I wouldn’t get out of this situation without a broken heart and a letter instead of a name. On this paper is only an X graved into the lines. Perhaps I was only a treasure this thief tried to find – leaving me heart-less and craving for more of the stranger who vanished just the moment the doors of the museum were left behind us.

One of the things someone should know is that I don’t do hookups. I don’t date either. And that I kissed a stranger and won’t get anything back from that makes me crazy. Still to this moment, uncertainty fogs my mind about how this ended up with me being left on the cold streets at night.

“Tell me your name, at least.”, is what I whispered, almost begged.

The stranger only chuckled, reminding me to stay patient. However, this patience hasn’t sold out. Unless the X means the beginning of a name. Tired and somewhat broken-hearted, the streets let me back home. Possibly my ego received a good bruise as well.

I turned the lights off after making it to my bed. But even as I finally find a position to lie down comfortably, whenever my eyes close, it’s like the stranger would be standing in front of me, back in the museum. The dark, almost pitch black hair. And the eyes which glowed underneath the faint moonlight. The hands which weren’t shy and yet so unbelievably soft. Possibly, I know very well that there is no way I would see them again. And this is also the reason why this person will haunt my dreams. Dreams of those shared moments in the place we met. The way it all led to one thing but never to more than just this passionate kiss shared between the painting of Da Vinci and later next to David by Michelangelo.

“You won’t escape me.” were the last words they whispered before becoming one with the night. Before keeping me away at arms’ length.
Oh, trust me. I didn’t think of running away. And I won’t think about it now.