La Nuit
i breathe the soft air of the city,
I promised Toshiya I’d take him to Paris. We’d always witnessed the Parisian beauty from behind glass windows, blurred and distant and he wanted to fall in love with Paris like the rest of the world apparently had. Late one night, I woke him up and dragged him out to the street, ignoring his protests and grumpy little face.
“Die, this better be fucking good.”
I smiled, taking his hand gently in my own. The night was clear and a thousand stars were shimmering way up in the heavens, and back down on earth, the streets were lined with their own stars, lighting the way to unknown paths. Countless stories were told in that foreign language, and yet we understood exactly what they were saying in the language of love.
And the grin on his face allowed me to sleep easily that night.
“Die, this better be fucking good.”
I smiled, taking his hand gently in my own. The night was clear and a thousand stars were shimmering way up in the heavens, and back down on earth, the streets were lined with their own stars, lighting the way to unknown paths. Countless stories were told in that foreign language, and yet we understood exactly what they were saying in the language of love.
And the grin on his face allowed me to sleep easily that night.