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Blind Kiss
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“I’m not trying to hurt you. I’m trying to keep you close.”
“I know, but it hurts to be this close.”
― Blind Kiss
“I know, but it hurts to be this close.”
― Blind Kiss
“It’s been this way forever. I’ve always been your lover… for a lifetime in my mind.”
― Blind Kiss
― Blind Kiss
“It’s okay to be lonely sometimes”
― Blind Kiss
― Blind Kiss
“ “You like me, though. You want to go on a date with me.” It wasn’t a question.
“Cocky much?”
“Confident. Don’t be mistaken.”
“Why do you want to take me out so badly?”
“Fishing for more compliments, are we?” He’d caught me, but went on anyway. “Obviously you’re beautiful. You have nice, you know, legs and . . . stuff.”
“You’re laughing. I don’t think I’m really your type. I think you’re messing with me. I’m not at all like Charlize Theron.”
We pulled up to my car but he let Charlize idle before getting out. “You are so my type. Charlize—at least the actress—is not. I mean, she’s gorgeous, in a blond, Amazonian, I-might-kill-and-eat-my-own-young kind of way, but I like your look better.”
“Oh yeah? What’s my look?”
“There’s something dark about you . . . and interesting. Your creamy skin, your black hair. The way you move. Your mouth.” He reached out to touch my cheek but I jerked away, breaking the seriousness of the moment.
“What do you mean I’m dark?”
He smiled and shrugged. “I don’t know. Like I want to get naked with you and a Ouija board.”
I burst out laughing.
“And your laugh . . . it’s like the sound of someone squeezing the life out of a miniature trumpet. It’s really cute.”
“That is not a compliment. I have a nice laugh. And by the way, your voice is nasally when you’re not trying to impress people.”
He held his hand to his chest like he was offended, except he was still smiling. “I’m crushed. Penny, whatever your last name is—”
“Piper.”
“Ha! Penny Piper? You’ve got to be kidding! That’s either a children’s book character or a porn star’s name. Penny Piper picked a peck of pickled pep—”
“Stop! I know, trust me. I have to live with this name. My poor sister’s name is Kiki Piper. Like we’re fucking hobbits or something.”
“Penny Piper is worse than Kiki Piper, hands down.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Thanks.”
“Just sayin’. What’s your middle name?”
“Isabelle.”
“I’m gonna call you PIP Squeak.”
“Thank you. I can’t wait.”
“And by the way, I happen to have a deviated septum. That’s why my voice sounds like this sometimes, you asshole. Now get out and help me with your car.”
As we stepped out, he pointed to my Honda and said, “Try and start it when I tell you.”
I stopped and turned to him. “What’s your middle and last name?”
“Gavin Augusta Berninger.”
“Regal,” I said with a wink.
“I know, right?” He shrugged one arm like he was royalty or something.
“Is that French?”
“Yeah, my dad’s family is French . . . sort of. Like, his great-great-grandfather came from France. No one in our family even speaks French.”
“Hmm, not so regal anymore,” I said.
“Whatever, Penny Piper.”
― Blind Kiss
“Cocky much?”
“Confident. Don’t be mistaken.”
“Why do you want to take me out so badly?”
“Fishing for more compliments, are we?” He’d caught me, but went on anyway. “Obviously you’re beautiful. You have nice, you know, legs and . . . stuff.”
“You’re laughing. I don’t think I’m really your type. I think you’re messing with me. I’m not at all like Charlize Theron.”
We pulled up to my car but he let Charlize idle before getting out. “You are so my type. Charlize—at least the actress—is not. I mean, she’s gorgeous, in a blond, Amazonian, I-might-kill-and-eat-my-own-young kind of way, but I like your look better.”
“Oh yeah? What’s my look?”
“There’s something dark about you . . . and interesting. Your creamy skin, your black hair. The way you move. Your mouth.” He reached out to touch my cheek but I jerked away, breaking the seriousness of the moment.
“What do you mean I’m dark?”
He smiled and shrugged. “I don’t know. Like I want to get naked with you and a Ouija board.”
I burst out laughing.
“And your laugh . . . it’s like the sound of someone squeezing the life out of a miniature trumpet. It’s really cute.”
“That is not a compliment. I have a nice laugh. And by the way, your voice is nasally when you’re not trying to impress people.”
He held his hand to his chest like he was offended, except he was still smiling. “I’m crushed. Penny, whatever your last name is—”
“Piper.”
“Ha! Penny Piper? You’ve got to be kidding! That’s either a children’s book character or a porn star’s name. Penny Piper picked a peck of pickled pep—”
“Stop! I know, trust me. I have to live with this name. My poor sister’s name is Kiki Piper. Like we’re fucking hobbits or something.”
“Penny Piper is worse than Kiki Piper, hands down.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Thanks.”
“Just sayin’. What’s your middle name?”
“Isabelle.”
“I’m gonna call you PIP Squeak.”
“Thank you. I can’t wait.”
“And by the way, I happen to have a deviated septum. That’s why my voice sounds like this sometimes, you asshole. Now get out and help me with your car.”
As we stepped out, he pointed to my Honda and said, “Try and start it when I tell you.”
I stopped and turned to him. “What’s your middle and last name?”
“Gavin Augusta Berninger.”
“Regal,” I said with a wink.
“I know, right?” He shrugged one arm like he was royalty or something.
“Is that French?”
“Yeah, my dad’s family is French . . . sort of. Like, his great-great-grandfather came from France. No one in our family even speaks French.”
“Hmm, not so regal anymore,” I said.
“Whatever, Penny Piper.”
― Blind Kiss
“I’m sorry for what I said.” He swallowed. “On Christmas Eve.”
“Water under your bridge.”
“I believe the correct saying is ‘water under the bridge.’?”
“I was just making a statement on how you’re clearly over it, so you can consider it water under your bridge. As far as I’m concerned, my valley’s still flooded.”
― Blind Kiss
“Water under your bridge.”
“I believe the correct saying is ‘water under the bridge.’?”
“I was just making a statement on how you’re clearly over it, so you can consider it water under your bridge. As far as I’m concerned, my valley’s still flooded.”
― Blind Kiss
“He held me for a long time. When he started to release me, I said, “It’s not enough.”
He picked me up again and squeezed me harder. Tucking his face into my neck, he said, “It’ll never be enough.”
― Blind Kiss
He picked me up again and squeezed me harder. Tucking his face into my neck, he said, “It’ll never be enough.”
― Blind Kiss
“Tonight as I watch you from afar,
I sit outside and pray,
Seeing all the things that made me love you All the things that made me stay.
A minute turned to forever,
A kiss left on your lips to remember.
I’m your lover, I’m your friend.
You’re mine.
You were always my lover, for a lifetime in my mind.
It’s all within our grasp,
No more longing, angst or anger.
Because you’re too afraid to ask,
We’ll let go, come back, imagine.
Our present becomes our past.
Growing old like this . . . letting go, coming back again.
Telling tales like this . . . of how it all began.
I’ll hold your hand and your babies, I’ll watch your children grow, And one day you’ll say, “Howdy, old chum.”
And I’ll say, “No, I’m your lover . . . remember? And you’re mine.”
It’s been this way forever. I’ve always been your lover . . . for a lifetime in my mind.”
― Blind Kiss
I sit outside and pray,
Seeing all the things that made me love you All the things that made me stay.
A minute turned to forever,
A kiss left on your lips to remember.
I’m your lover, I’m your friend.
You’re mine.
You were always my lover, for a lifetime in my mind.
It’s all within our grasp,
No more longing, angst or anger.
Because you’re too afraid to ask,
We’ll let go, come back, imagine.
Our present becomes our past.
Growing old like this . . . letting go, coming back again.
Telling tales like this . . . of how it all began.
I’ll hold your hand and your babies, I’ll watch your children grow, And one day you’ll say, “Howdy, old chum.”
And I’ll say, “No, I’m your lover . . . remember? And you’re mine.”
It’s been this way forever. I’ve always been your lover . . . for a lifetime in my mind.”
― Blind Kiss
“Grinning, I said, “I used your toothbrush.”
“So now your gross little sweaters are on my toothbrush?”
“You offered.” I laughed, and then patted the bed next to me. “Want to spoon?” I yawned. “I need that nap.”
In a flash he unplugged the guitar, put The Cure on his CD player on low volume, tore off his T-shirt, and slid in behind me, wearing only his flannel pajama. “God, I thought you’d never ask,” he said. He wrapped his arms around me. Nothing hurt. Everything was right. We were spoons in a drawer. We fell asleep, his face tucked into the back of my neck.”
― Blind Kiss
“So now your gross little sweaters are on my toothbrush?”
“You offered.” I laughed, and then patted the bed next to me. “Want to spoon?” I yawned. “I need that nap.”
In a flash he unplugged the guitar, put The Cure on his CD player on low volume, tore off his T-shirt, and slid in behind me, wearing only his flannel pajama. “God, I thought you’d never ask,” he said. He wrapped his arms around me. Nothing hurt. Everything was right. We were spoons in a drawer. We fell asleep, his face tucked into the back of my neck.”
― Blind Kiss
“Penny’s house was a standard three-bedroom postwar suburban home. The décor wasn’t what I would call gaudy, but it was definitely froofy. Kind of like a ten-year-old had been allowed to order anything she wanted from the Sears catalog. Everything had a damn ruffle on it. It didn’t suit my idea of Penny.
When we got to the doorway of her room, I noticed how dramatically different it was from the rest of the house. Her bed was covered in a simple black comforter, and everything projected a modern aesthetic—sharp angles, cold, and minimalist. “Do you live in here with a vampire?”
“Ha-ha, very funny. You can sit there and wait for me.” I sat at her glass desk in an office-style chair as she tossed clothes out of her bag and into a hamper. “Some of this furniture is from my dad’s old office, so it’s pretty sterile.”
“Seems like you have different tastes from the rest of your family. No ruffles and flowers?”
“I like flowers,” she said absently.
“What, like Venus flytraps?”
“If you grew up with all this frilly shit, you’d be over it, too. I mean, do you know any other families who still use doilies? Every surface is literally covered in them.”
― Blind Kiss
When we got to the doorway of her room, I noticed how dramatically different it was from the rest of the house. Her bed was covered in a simple black comforter, and everything projected a modern aesthetic—sharp angles, cold, and minimalist. “Do you live in here with a vampire?”
“Ha-ha, very funny. You can sit there and wait for me.” I sat at her glass desk in an office-style chair as she tossed clothes out of her bag and into a hamper. “Some of this furniture is from my dad’s old office, so it’s pretty sterile.”
“Seems like you have different tastes from the rest of your family. No ruffles and flowers?”
“I like flowers,” she said absently.
“What, like Venus flytraps?”
“If you grew up with all this frilly shit, you’d be over it, too. I mean, do you know any other families who still use doilies? Every surface is literally covered in them.”
― Blind Kiss
“Will you wait for me?”
“For how long?”
“I don’t know. Until the end of the year?”
I shook my head. “And then what?”
And then we’ll explore this. Just know I’m confused. And scared.”
― Blind Kiss
“For how long?”
“I don’t know. Until the end of the year?”
I shook my head. “And then what?”
And then we’ll explore this. Just know I’m confused. And scared.”
― Blind Kiss
“I walked up to her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed her neck. She didn’t move. I made eye contact with her in the mirror. “Why can’t it be more?” I whispered.
She shook her head. I couldn’t read her expression. “This isn’t enough for you, is it?” she asked.
“I want all of you.”
― Blind Kiss
She shook her head. I couldn’t read her expression. “This isn’t enough for you, is it?” she asked.
“I want all of you.”
― Blind Kiss
