I live on a mattress
My life is lived on a mattress in a small apartment on the second floor. Every night I go to sleep with my socks on my feet and Death Cab playing on my Mac because that’s what she liked to listen to. I don’t have many regrets, I have lived a long life and seen many places while holding her hand. Life was simple as it is now. All we needed was cheap wine and a passport. We never did care much about having a place of our own, we liked to live in cheap hotels.
I’m old now and living on a mattress on the second floor and still drinking cheap wine and cooking pasta because that’s what we liked to eat. Once, she studied my palms and said that my life line was longer than hers, but I never did take her serious. She had soft skin but hated her hands. ” When you will hold another woman in your arms don’t forget how soft my skin was”. I never had to remember.
I live on a mattress on the second floor because that’s were we felt free and safe. I’ve been falling in love with her every day of my life since I was nineteen and still counting. Every night before going to bed I take a shower because I can still feel her lying on her side of the mattress and saying “Good night, Liviu”.
May 11, 2009 3:37 pm
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