Kuih Kapit Request Letter #15, V2

Alright, that's Mo like it. ;) Get it? Get it? Okay, so I'm a dork but at least I'm a dork with a peeling tan.

Oh and that wasn’t version 2.0 that was more like random back-of-envelope scratchings that I was compelled to send as stupid mock poetry kept popping into my head all afternoon.

Ok, here’s v2.0:

Dear Gina,

Saturday morning, as I welcome the weekend with the wretched and familiar realization that I’m still wearing Friday’s clothes, something feels different. There’s a warmth in my chest, radiating from somewhere above my heart, and the memory that something had happened. Something important.

The silver dusting of salt on my chest brings it all flooding back. A bar, karaoke, tequila, and… (and here my pulse quickened) a girl. No, a woman. A vision in raven hair and flashing eyes. The center of attention, the focus that night, of so many eyes… licking salt off my chest. MY chest. ME!

In a rush the memories cascade upon each other. The silly songs, the easy banter, a casual arm draped on a shoulder, smiles, stories, and finally, too soon, the hurried farewell and all too brief goodnight hug. I replay that moment; slowing it down, re-living the giddy happiness, the fumbling, blushing, puppyish rush of ‘how-happy-how-happy-how-happy-I-am-I met you’.

Stumbling to the coffee machine I realize I’m smiling like a love-struck fool.