This was the weekend we first met.
The first time we kissed. The first time we held each other. The first time we slept with arms entwined, bodies bare and buried under the covers.
It was before the snow melted on the verge of spring, when I would open the windows to dry the sweat from our skin.
I put on a song that made me cry, because she said that it turned her on, and with the tears welling up in my lids, we stared into each others’ eyes.
From the moment we touched, there was never any awkwardness. Only a complete trust, a comforting familiarity, as if we’d known each other for years, a gentle nuzzle of the nose from my baby-faced doll.
And now it’s over.
Someone who saw this video sent me this very touching letter about her story of rape and recovery.
This post almost made me cry *sigh*
Beautiful video.. I’m sorry that you have lost what was very precious to you.
The song is really beautiful as well.. who sings it & what is the title?
awwwwwww.… so sweet~~~~~
*hughug*
Perhaps this is part of the memory you were talking about (on Bitter(sweet) Memories in Blogchaat).
Is the song by Iron and Wine?
beautiful.…
great post… well written.
doh.. that’s sad. i hope you’re alright. hang in there :)
i might be the only one wondering, but how did you record these videos ?
I came to return the favour of a comment, but I didn’t expect it to be so sad. It’s hard to know what to say to someone who has lost something so important. It looks like you have some very special memories. Will be checking back to see how you’re doing.
I just wanted to say that this was an extremely well written post!
I might just have to check back on your blog again. And, I hope it all work out well.
Thanks for all your comments and concerns. The song is Naked As We Came, by Iron and Wine. I’ve had a few people ask me how the video was made, so I’ll briefly explain here:
All endings are beginnings seen from the other side of life’s curious mirror.
Damn, I just opened my mouth and that flowed out of my fingers. Freaking profound…
A very special memory.
I read your blog from present backwards, thinking I was peeking in the window of a familliar young person’s mind.
I read a month’s back and felt a hurt and honest heart all too familliar, even to Hong Kong…
I saw this picture above not realizing it was film, so beautiful I wanted to have it. It moved and filled my ears and the words landed on my expectations just as I knew they would (yes I knew it was) and I was sure I found a soul I should have met many years ago, perhaps well before you were born.
I am so happy you exist.
Give me the name Uncle calls you?
Thank you, Xibee, those are some of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me. It’s comforting to know that there are people I can relate to, and whom can relate to me.
My uncle still calls me by my Chinese name, which I don’t how to write, but sometimes he calls me Jeff.
Another beautiful song:
”
But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips
And we can have forever
And we can love forever
Forever is our today
”
Forever by Queen.