Make Flavour with me

This was a nostalgic weekend.
Saturday while I was going out for a walk in the afternoon I saw an old friend which I haven’t seen for about 2 years.

Our story is awkward, we met near the Tagus River and I went to talk to her, she was sitting alone looking at the river and I wondered why would a pretty girl like her be there alone at 3am and so we started talking and we stayed together that night, eventually we went to a beach at 7am and stayed there until lunch time when we both decided it was time to go home. We both felt something special going on, not in a flirty way, but that connecting people have, we just had the same ideals and goals. We both agreed that we wouldn’t change contacts, that when we wanted to see each other we would go the place we first met and way for the other person to, hopefully, show up… And so we did that every week, once a week during the whole summer.

When summer was over we had to break hour meetings but occasionally we would see each other and leave notes writen with a waterproof marker seeting a date with each other but someday she wrote “I’m sorry, I can’t see you anymore…” and that was the last time I had news from her. I would go to the same place every week waiting for a new message but without luck and eventually I stoped going there and moved on.

So Saturday there we were right in front of each other, she was with her friends so I didn’t really know how to react, until she stoped when she saw me, we must have stand there and looked at each other for 10 secunds that seemed more like 1 minute and then she huged me .

- “I missed you…”
- “Then why did you stop seeing me? How come you never wrote me any message?”
- “I’m sorry, I felt I was getting too attached to you and I got scared, I spent 1 year traveling around Europe but I could never find someone like you”
- “Why are you telling me?”
- “Because I really missed you…”
- “So, what now?”
- “I don’t know, I understand if you don’t want to see me again but… I’d really like to see you again”
- “10pm, same place, tonight”
- “thank you”

And so I see her again as she walks pass me.
This weird attraction I have towards her is something new to me. I like it. Makes every moment with her interesting.
As I’m walking through the empy streets I can forget the way she looked at me today.
There’s a summer smell in her hair, reminds me of they good times I had.
And once again at the bus door on our way out I decide to talk to her…

- “Your hair smells nice”
- “Thanks”

the doors open

- “Goodnight summer breeze”
- “Goodnight stranger”

I was waiting for the Bus when I see this girl come by, she stays on the bus stop reading a book. I tryed to read the title but couldn’t quite understand what it was, something to do with chocolate.
I stand there looking at her, admiring her in every detail, she has a glance at me but quickly looks back at the book…
The bus comes and we both get in, she stays 2 seets in front of me on my left, interesting position, I can see her and she knows I’m looking at her but she only looks at the book leaving me intrigued with the book, why is it so interesting.

The bus stops go by and I’m wishing that she gets out on the same as I do. We changed looks during the bus stop but she seems indifferent.
My stop is coming and she gets up at the same time I do, we both stand side by side at the door waiting for the driver to open it, I can smell her perfume(…)

The doors open

- “Boa noite” I whisper to her

She looks at me while I’m getting of the bus, I could feel her eyes looking at me as I walk away…

Beautiful Salomé…
She’s got the most penetrating look, it’s hard to hide feelings from her and I guess so far I’m the only one that made it for so long but I can’t show her my real feelings, it would ruin that seduction game we both like playing.

I met her on the subway, she seemed pretty lonelly and I felt I should talk to her and I’m glad she took it good. We went to Caffe di Roma and stayed there talking for about one hour. It was obvious there was something between that none of us wants to admite it…
It’s wonderfull the times we have together, it’s amazing her smell, her voice, her gentle touch but yet cold as an ice cube like if she was telling me not to try anything.
Her touch, her voice, her smell, her eyes…