Her Name Is Julia
A good friend of mine once told me that I could eloquently describe a slice of bread if I wanted to; and it's true, I could talk shit about almost anything, but this time... this time i can't. I can't perfectly describe the feeling of meeting someone by chance, and unexpectedly letting them hold my breath.
But I like a challenge.
Her name is Julia, I met her at a party when I was at my worst and least worthy. She kissed me anyway, the kind of kiss that could save somebody's life. I was so drunk that I barely remembered her face, but I could tell you exactly how her body and tenderness felt. I could, but I won't because that is a memory that will only ever belong to me.
I woke up the next day, wondering who I was with and why I was so happy, it was only a text from her that made me check out of my hostel early and convince my friend to drive 3 hours to her hometown. We arrived, well, I did.
We came all this way just because I had the best kiss of my life and waited around the city for a few hours because she wasn't ready to meet. I could have waited forever.I would have. But then she did meet us. Well, me.
There she was. Red lipstick. It didn't feel fair to me that the same person took my breath away twice in the space of a few days.
We were only supposed to stay in the city for the evening and then drive home, but as soon as I saw her we paid for a night in a hostel straight away. The rest of the night was a blur because of the fact that I stopped caring about anything and everything happening around me thanks to her being in my proximity. It was strange to me how I spent my whole life single, but as soon as I spent one night with Julia, I immediately wondered if I wasted so much time.
I did.
Julia, you were only supposed to be a holiday romance. How dare you make me fall in love with you.
