This morning I came to realise that I am madly in love with my dearest friend. The slight fold in his skin when he smiles, his mellow voice, his ever so endearing demeanour, the way he holds the morning papers as he sits silently reading the news on my red armchair - one that has great contrast to his golden hair and plum coloured eyes. We have explored Italy together countless times, some of which he held my hand lovingly and kissed my forehead like my very own father did. I have told him of my studies and my dreams and aspirations, I have allowed him to know more than my mother. He has recited olden Russian poetry to my ears, all of which I was more than eager to hear, bathing in his melodious voice. I love him. I love him more than my heart allows me to.
Putting on my red wintery galoshes, I headed towards the park, the one park we have walked by countless times but never visited, scared it would be far too amorous for two not yet together hopeless-romantics. His eyes would always be focused on the red blossoming petunias, the petunias that do not flower in winter, but do during spring, the warm spring that is still to come. We are stranded in a frosty winter, one that only goes away as the months go by. I think petunias are his favourite flowers, especially the red ones.
As I approach the entrance to the park, there he is, sitting quietly on a bench as the Sun cuts through the clouds perfectly just as if it was meant to shine on his face, highlighting the sheer beauty the golden man had. "Terza." His full attention now drawn to the me. I left hurried footprints in the snow to be by his side as soon as I could. "Fugo." I wrapped my arms around his chest, greeting him with a hug. We shared glances, he stretched out his hand, and I took it.
"Narancia is asking about the next class," Fugo eyed the beauty of the area, he noted a barely frozen lake and green trees turned white, something that I assume took him by surprise, it had barely snowed last night. "I have no idea why he still talks to me about it, he has your number, does he not?"
My eyes curved upwards slightly, and a short laugh escaped my lips. "He does." I tightened my grip around his hand. "Tell him we can do it once it stops snowing, since I'd rather spend the snow days with you."
He laughed faintly, white haze escaping his lips as he did so. "How come?" Fugo eyed me curiously and I mirrored his glances, he seemed to open his mouth for a second only to close it right after. "I don't know. I just like you." I replied.
Fugo closed his eyes and looked down - oh how I love that man. He too pressed my hands vaguely as a small sign of courtesy. His eyes gazed at the sky, it was blue and cloudless, the Sun began to melt the snow and it would soon turn to cold, hard ice, Fugo not for a second let go from my hand. "Why are we like this?" He began, I felt a smile curl to his cold, reddened lips as he spoke. "We walk together like lovers yet I can't bring myself to admit that I love you." He did not allow me to reply. "I take your hand and you take mine and we talk for hours on end, I look forward to everyday knowing I'd rather wake up to a 'good morning' from you than a thousand years of pure bliss and utter joy. Oh how I love every second by your side, but I do not know how to love you." He looked at me as if he were about to cry. "Funny to say but today is Tuesday, did you know that? Just like your name - I cannot escape you, Terza."
The world turned silent, the kids, the mothers, the families, they all seemed to be shut off for a split second. The Sun allowed itself to graze the trees, barren or covered in snow, they all soaked in the warmth. The passerine flew in flocks towards the light, heading South where the weather is warm. I could not bring myself to look him in the eyes. His brown winter boots were dirtied in snow and frosty mud, tiny specks of ice went up to his ankle.
"Trish was the first to notice, she knew I loved you before even I did," He stood in front of me, our bodies facing each other. "She took me by my hand, looked me dead in the eye, I remember it very clearly, it was the night I returned home after we shared seats on the bus, Trish told me I had a stupid smile on my face, she accused me of being in love." His gloved hands rose to my shoulders, I could not know if he looked at me or not, but he tried to warm my arms like a father, moving his hands up and down, up and down. "It is funny because I fought off her accusations as if loving you were a crime. She hit me that night, not aggressively, but it definitely made me realise she could have been half right." Fugo let go from me, he took my hand once again, though this time only one, and pulled me to walk by his side. I remained silent for his words intrigued me, I wanted to savour his stories a bit longer. "All of the days I announced that I'd go somewhere with you, she asked if I had realised it yet, I knew what she meant, but I never replied, in contrary, I would actually deny her allegations. Today she asked me again, before I came to see you, if I had come to terms with my feelings, and today I said I did. Trish knew, she expected it, she knew it before I did, you know that."
"This is just a very long way of saying you love me."
"I am a man of many words, my dear."
I came to look at his eyes once, and I knew that from here on out I'd love him with my entire body and soul. His glance was enough to speak for all he had said, I needn't hear more. I love him, I love him, I love him. Walking together, eating together, the times I found him reading olden newspaper beneath my bedroom window - Actions that for most seem rather insignificant, become so much more meaningful if by the golden boy. I'll grow him a garden of red petunias, each petal to mimmic my love.
He cupped my reddened cheeks and I leaned into his warm hand, his smile was as cold and lovely as frost on a windowpane, spontaneously, I smiled too. Purple, interstellar eyes, pierced my own and he just could not wipe that silly grin off his glowing face, it made the day brighter by itself. He kissed me once, quick and shy, pecking his lips against my own, he cradled the apples of my face lovingly. "Oh Fugo," I began with a soft sigh, taking him by the hand. "You needn't know how to love me, you already do much more than enough to have my heart."
In the stillness of the park, time seemed to hold its breath. In a mixture of tenderness and intensity, I closed the gap between us once again. Our lips melted in each other, a dance of passion and devotion, the world disappeared, leaving only the taste of winter and the intoxicating sweetness of our newly found love. That kiss became testimony of our shared intimacy, a symphony of desire written by Cupid himself. I warped my chilled fingers around his sun-kissed locks, pulling him closer, desperate to immerse myself completely in the love he seeped. He drew me nearer, folding his arms around my waist, as if to merge our souls in a singular embrace. Every sensation intensified - The delicate brush of our lips, the rhythmic exploration of tongues, the unspoken promises woven within each breath. The sun's gentle rays bathed our bodies in a golden glow, casting an ethereal halo around our entwined figures.
We stood in silence. A tapestry woven of love and vulnerability. In that snowy afternoon, amidst the barren trees, and with the Sun, our only witness, we came to be lovers.
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