it was summer of 1967. the weather was lovely! sun was shining brightly, and even people on the streets of new-york seemed happy. that was an unusual day. i just had that feeling that something good is going to happen. and it really did.
i went to library for delmore schwartz's poetry book.
nothing felt better than being in a library. sometimes it even was an opportunity to meet new people.
i was scanning through bookshelves while searching for the book. it didn't take long for me to finally find what i've been looking for. i took the book and heard a male voice behind me:
"great choice".
i turned around and saw a man with black curls, who was in his mid 20s. he all was dressed in black. you can say that he was an interesting looking guy, definitely not one of those that you would see on the streets on daily basis.
he looked like a rockstar.
and i on the other hand looked different. i adored colorful clothes with bright prints, and i liked to mix it with massive gold jewelry.
but opposites attract, don't they?
i wanted to answer him badly, but i couldn't come up with anything, so i just smiled at him.
"i'm lou by the way" he introduced himself.
"and i'm lili."
"it's lovely to meet you, lili. i really like your name, it suits you very well" i blushed after lou said this.
"same to you, lou"
he actually seemed very sweet.
"look, lili" lou started, "i know that we've just met, but i would be happy if you will go for a walk with me"
"i would love to!"
i had the nicest conversation. me and lou had many things in common, we discussed many topics, and we were just waking through many different places, and talking about everything that came up to mind. with him i felt free.
even when i was telling him a non-interesting story that happened years ago, he would still listen to it like it was the most important thing in his life.
lou was very extraordinary, and wasn't afraid to express himself. that's what i like about him the most.
throughout the walk he had been washing me with compliments, and it would be a lie if i'd say that i didn't like it. lou was lovely, and it was enjoyable just to be around him.
and when it was time to go, lou walked me home. when i was opening my door lou pulled me in for a kiss. it was a magnificent feeling, that i wanted to last forever. nothing but this moment mattered to me. there were just two of us.
and this moment was the begging of everything for me and lou. he was reading his poems to me. he was spending with me every moment he could. our love became beautiful connection. and, of course, i became his muse.
