ATOMS OF YOU

11

Tomorrow, after noon I'll be arriving a plane to get back to what now was my new home, Los Angeles, and even thought Buenos Aires always brings me some nostalgia, and I love my country with my whole heart, it is not the right place for me, I would not stand being near a family that will always remain like this, it doesn't matter what I do or how much time I left: it was still the same.
Yesterday I spent my whole day with Alex, cuddling in the bed and chatting about life, but today my family organized a dinner with my friends to say goodbye to me. It has been a short time but I'd come back for the holidays, and that would be a whole another kind of trip, and maybe my family would fly to me for once in this six years living far away.

I grabbed my phone while I was on the table with my family, waiting for everybody to arrive finally, it was really early, it was half-past seven, and everybody would start to arrive in one hour; I observed Alex profile picture and texted him.

Me: Come to spend my last night with me, sleep with me. I wouldn't mind if you bring my favorite ice-cream.
Alex: Tonight I'll pick.
Me: Same time. Same modus operandi.

I laughed to myself and kept my phone in my pocket. For the first time ever, I've traveled to Argentina and was about to leave it with a smile on my face: I'm feeling free.

We were all reunited enjoying some pizzas my nonna made us, and after a few of them they brought champagne to celebrate: this was our routine, and after all, I could never get tired of it.

— Cheers for new adventures in Argentina this time. –Brian said all drunk, waving his glass
— Cheers to a new encounter in Europe. –they wanted to know Portugal, the three of us
— Cheers for the two of you. –I finished, and we all drank the champagne glass and sat on the couch till we finished the bottle

My family went to sleep as we enjoyed some drinks until midnight, later they called an Uber to go home. They would take me to the airport tomorrow noon with my family and give me a final goodbye, as it should be.
I kissed them both goodbye, and just when their car left, Alex's arrived. He walked with the ice cream shop bag to my entry, and hurried to get in, but I grabbed him by the face, and kissed his lips.

— There is absolutely no reason to hurry tonight, everyone's asleep. –I whispered on his lips as I grabbed him by the neck and closed the door behind us
— It's the adrenaline everytime I see you. –he whispered back, grabbing me by the waist.

While we kissed all around the house, I drove us to the kitchen, leaning over the marble table, he dropped the bag over it and I sat there too, staying taller than him, he was all over my waist, as a kissed his neck.

— You're irresistible, Alex. –I whispered over his plumped and rosy lips
— I just feel different when I'm around you. –I couldn't stop staring at his eyes
— It might be because you're different. –I combed his hair back with my fingers, as I caressed his neck
— I'd say I am standard. –he laughed
— You know you're one of a kind, with your long hair and tight jeans, don't get me started, please.

We both laughed and sealed our lips together, I grabbed him by the scarf he had around his neck, leaving him with no option but kissing me. His look was amazing. He could be so elegant with nothing. He was wearing rolled up blue tight jeans, a white t-shirt, white sneakers and that little scarf on his neck, it was blue. He looked really handsome.

— The ice-cream will melt, and not only because we are together. –he pressed his lips and gave me a look
— You melt me and I don't complain. –he nodded, he might have got it the wrong way, but I was okay with it.

He opened up the package as I searched for two spoons and a water bottle, we both walked to my bedroom, and sat on my bed, leaving just a soft light on while we ate the ice-cream.

— I see my mascarpone, but you tell me your favorite flavors. –I asked
— I'm standard.. –he joked— but this is strawberry, pistachio and vanilla.
— So you like pistachios? –I asked amazed
— I love pistachios. –he remarked
— Why do I even wonder? –he laughed— I freaking love pistachios, I even have some here. –I looked my night table, where I always kept some, even when I was traveling
— You really are made for me. –he almost whispered, as if I couldn't listen
— Some coincidences. –he couldn't believe it
— I love pistachios and I'm loving mascarpone too.
— Like everything in this life: you'll end up learning.

I layed on his side, while we both enjoyed the ice-cream, we just couldn't stop talking and any moment, or laughing, his eyes on me didn't blush me now and I could stay so comfortable on his side, feeling taken care of, and I know he did the same.

— Have you had your heart broken, Alex? –we were both scrabbling the pot
— Yes I did, and I almost forgot about it. Old times. —he wasn't emotional, but his eyes got weird
— Are you still? –I wondered
— Actually..not, not even a little. It's a process and it doesn't take forever, you can have a sad one or a productive one. –who could break his heart?— Are you heartbroken, Isla? –he asked
— I'm in a process. It's weird, I've never been here, because I'm hurt. I feel sad about myself, I can not stop thinking about how I got to that point, how could I let someone hurt me so bad, or how could I stand it? I can't think about her today, I don't want that anymore. I feel good here right now, right here, in this bed of pistachios.—he held my hand, and kiss it
— It's okay to feel weird, and maybe fail and have relapses. It's a process. You'll fix yourself with love, and sometimes, someone else fixes you. Or two of them fix themselves, and not in a toxic and depending way, it's unconscious.
— I might be learning about it... –I whispered on his lips and left a tiny kiss on them
— Well, me too. –he smiled and caressed my cheek, staring at me with his brown eyes.

Sometimes words aren't needed.