recapturando momentos

El momento en el que nos vemos a los ojos y siento cosquillas en las plantas de los pies.
Cuando siento que casi ni nos tocamos, porque de otra forma estaríamos tocandonos en todo momento. Hablamos por un momento acostados en la cama, suavizando un poco lo áspero y agudo del tema.
Haces eco de mi voz, y añades "join the club", o "that same thing happened to me", "estas hablando con el experto" y vernos tan parecidos.
Escuchar tus descripciones de lo que buscas en alguien, hacer checklist mental y aprobar, pero que a pesar mío, falta ese je ne sais quoi tan vital. Monta bici? check. Camping? check! Open water swimming porque le temía a los tiburones? Maybe not.
Las mariposas volvieron, pero, fieles a su vida corta, han desaparecido, y queda su recuerdo. Que alivio!

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The moment when we look into our eyes and I feel tingly in the soles of my feet. When I feel we almost never touch, because we would be touching all the time otherwise. We talk to each other lying on the bed for a bit, a soft respite to a spiny and rough subject.
You echo my voice, adding your "join the club", "the same thing happened to me" or "your talking to the expert , and seeing ourselves in each other.
I listen to your descriptions of what you look for in someone, I make a mental checklist and tick it off, but know fully well that we are missing that vital je ne sais quoi that makes all the difference. Ride bikes? check. Camping? check. Open water swimming because they fear sharks? maybe not.

The butterflies returned, but faithful to their short life span, they are now gone and their memory remains. A relief.