We argued earlier today. And it was quite heated. I got on his nerves...again. And he's was getting on my nerves. Again.
But now, it was the end of the day. I had already taken my evening shower, and had now been in my late night designing mood, when suddenly he walked over to me, removed my laptop for a moment to pick me up, hold me and kiss me. If his sole purpose was to stop me in my tracks JUST to give me some love, then that's more than okay with me.
Now, I smell his skin. And it reminds me of the first time that I got that close to him and smelled his skin. So it didn't matter that just a few hours ago...we were awkwardly silent.
Now, he was running his fingers through my hair again, just like he did our first few nights together. And the high volume and stern tone of our angry voices from earlier...it didn't matter.
Now, I was looking at the hairs on his face. The long ones. The short ones. The dark brown ones. And the grey ones. And my mind started to wander, and imagine his struggles, and his stresses. And when I realized that as he was lying in my lap, with his eyes closed, relaxing to the tune of me rubbing his head, what had bothered him earlier today...it didn't matter.
Now, he's lying in my lap and his skin feels so soothingly good against mine. I think about how cramped up we were, our first nights together. Sitting in the back seat of my parked car...either in the park...or on some busy commercial street...or in front of his house. It was a small space. But for all I cared, it could have been a shoebox. As long as he was there with me, touching me...it didn't matter.
A few minutes ago, I looked at the scar on his forehead. And I remembered the story of how he got it. He was imitating a character from one of my favorite movies. I recall that we both laughed when he told me about it.
Now, I'm looking at the his eyebrows. There's hair missing from his right side. Is that from a minor injury? Or not? I think about the day when he'll tell me, and now I imagine that there will be something about that story that will remind us both of something else that we have in common. Some additional piece to this unexplained bond that we share. And at that moment, our nerves, those nerves from this morning, they won"t matter.
Damn.
What was the point of our grievances earlier today?
Now...I guess...
It didn't matter.
Sleep "good" Baby.
