I meet the love of my life. 7:30pm. I'm waiting outside Turnpike Lane station. Has been raining all day. It's wet but the rain has stopped. Someone walks in front of me checking the line of bikes parked outside the station's main entrance. He chooses one bike at the end of the row, takes a cutting plier out of his pocket and begins to cut through the cable that secures the bike to the post. He is stealing the bike right in front of me. He knows I'm there and that I'm seeing him. He continues.
I'm still waiting, is only 3 minutes past 7:30 in the evening. My mind begins to wonder why am I seeing that man steal the bike and why am I doing nothing but staring as if he were a child doing something childish? Little by little he cuts through the thick cable and the bike gets free. He jumps on and rides away, never looking at me or anyone else. He disappears.
Yonny walks out of the station. Our eyes meet for the first time. I notice the light, the spark in his eyes I saw before on his pictures online. He thinks I'm too tall, I think he's too short. We kiss cheeks and greet. We move on.
Fresh memories are created during the night. Romance, passion, insecurity, fear, wonder, freedom, madness, magic and a shooting star in the starry sky.
Monday 9th, September 2013.
Rains, it's 7:30pm again. We meet for the second time, this occasion I invite him over my place. I want him to know who IAM and where I live. During the weekend he visited my public house and became my Facebook friend. I called him Angel. He has doubts in his mind but his heart and curiosity are much stronger. He walks through the door and respects my home as he takes his shoes off without me speaking a word. He asks for a pair of sandals. I offer mine. He accepts. We talk.
The confrontation is intense, he knows everything that there's to know about me and he does not know what to make of that. Way too much information but he process the best he can. I confront and revisit my house of horrors. Demons fly out and I see them around, we feel them in the flat, behind our backs, in front of each other. We know we are facing all our greatest fears all over again, both of us equally confronted. Both in our own special way, and beauty conquers the moment. His handsome eyes spark like never before. Fears are defeated. We finally kiss and his arms open and welcome my head as I place it over his chest. I feel his hand touching my hair and I kiss it.
Many, many questions fly over our heads. Is this true? What's true? Is he the one? Can I trust? What now? What if? No answers, just inner silence as the candles burn and the music plays in the background with classics from the iPhone.
We begin to say goodbye and we stand away from the sofa that provided us with comfort and safety during the intense questioning and confrontation. He begins to get ready and dresses up to face the cold outside. I approach from behind and I hug him putting my arms around his small waist. I'm one head taller than him and I kiss his neck. We dance with the music as twin flames in the dark. Time stops while we continue.
Before his final goodbye, I say the words. "I love you". He panics. I hold him and say I'm sorry while explaining. He nervously smiles and let it go, as if it never happened. One more kiss at the door step. We say good bye. He walks away. I see him disappear. He never turns or looks back.
I hopped he did.
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