I wish I didn’t have to control my heart. If I could surrender, even if only for a weekend, this rain falling on my face would feel different. If love were easy, I would be embracing him now, and the words of his song would be our story. If Zaragoza weren’t waiting for me after the holidays, I’d want to stay drunk and be free to kiss him, caress him, say the things and hear the things that lovers say and do to each other.
