Conversations From Afar

din / 26

We never stop touching; at the ballet, not in the park, not on the walk to my mother's apartment, not in the elevator, not on the couch talking to her boyfriend. I couldn't possibly tear myself away; he's an extension of myself in the most exquisite way.

"Yeah, I like it there." Cam tells Harry, the manfriend.

He asks questions about the grad programs and bagels, and when my mom gets in the door (last minute groceries) she hugs Cam tight. She whispers something, and he replies, just as quiet.

She's smiling when they separate, then she hugs me too. In my ear, she murmurs, "Happy birthday, baby."

"Thanks mom."

"Are you happy?"

"Yes." She touches my cheeks, something she hasn't done since they were childlike and chubby.

"I'm glad."

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With our bellies full of cacio e pepe we step out onto the balcony while my mother covers my birthday cake in whipped cream. Cam sits against the side railing, facing his former balcony, and pulls me against his chest.

"How's your birthday so far?"

"Amazing." I close my eyes and rest my head against his sternum. The metal of the balcony floor is cold through my jeans, but his arms overlapping just below my breasts are warm and perfect. "How long are you staying?"

"Another day."

"You leave Monday?"

"In the morning."

"Really?" I sit up, too face him. He smiles at my smile.

"Yes."

"Is there anyone else you need to visit?"

"This is your weekend, Kat."

I hook my arms around his neck and hug him tightly, kneeling between his legs. He envelops me in his arms, and we stay like that in our circle of warmth and cautious happiness until the cake is ready.

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-do you celebrate Hanukkah?? if you do tell me about it pls

-what's your favourite thing about cam and Kat?

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