I still remember the lights painting her skin in a cyan and magenta haze as a work of art the first night that we kissed. She was wearing a green dress that matched her eyes. We were running through the streets of New York, bumping into other people, laughing at their bitterness, when we got to a quiet place near central park. And the night was just perfect, even though there were no stars, the street lights shined like ten moons over us.
— You can't even run for your life — Jess laughed and the wrinkles in her eyes made me smile too —. What are looking at?
I didn't answer, I just kissed her. I kissed her like it was the only thing I had ever wanted to do. My whole body was tingling, it was just the two of us, alone in the city that never sleeps. When the kiss faded and I opened my eyes I almost couldn't believe that she was standing in front of me. She walked me back to my hotel and for a long time I didn't hear about her. Months past, then years, and Jess Parker disappeared as a sweet dream vanishes in the morning.
I have never been as close to love as I was those few days we were together. But she didn't feel the same way.
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Someone will remember us
RomanceBeyond all I hope, I prayed those timeless days we spent might be made twice as long. I prayed one word: I want. Someone, I tell you, will remember us, even in another time. - Sappho Jess Parker was the one I truly loved, but I never saw her again...
