La douleur exquise
Each story has a start and it's so unfortunate I was so zoned out to take a record of ours . My memories are still a bit hazy but I remember a figure walking in and passing blunts in between the whiskey shots . As a writer I'd have loved to have a clearer image , just enough to paint a picture of how bold and exquisite you looked at that moment because that's how I picture it . We rarely acknowledge this but everything has a timeline , like a kings ruling era or a stopwatch during a morning run and it stops as suddenly as it starts . One evening we are complete strangers the next we are this inseparable beautiful duo . Together we made magic. You the moon on a peaceful night and I autumn leaves blowing across a moonlit street. You taught me to be less uptight , to laugh and live in the moment, to see the bigger picture in everything , to love loudly and exist . I can still taste the memories on my lips little precious tangible moments like when my cramps hurt so ...