. two .

it was about fifty seven degrees out, only an estimate, and i knew by the time that i rose off the pavement my white t shirt would be stained from the dirt on the wheel well, no it was september i was probably wearing a hoodie.  it must have been a bit cooler in previous days for the asphalt was colder than anticipated, but for those two hours temperature was of no consequence.  i took a clove from the small black package, it only held 18, but that is a story of a failed business venture and a discussion for another time.  the sweetness hit my lips but it didn't really matter, the conversation was more engaging than any i had ever experienced.  this was odd for it was no more than frivolous, yet like old friends we could not stop talking, there was no hesitation on either of our parts.  i didn't want to sit there and make out with you, not for lack of attraction, but your words meant too much.  this was a few weeks past sleepless in seattle.  i like to pretend that we had met at the shore, although we had not, the initial acquaintance your mind did not even care to remember, but i don't blame you, i wasn't a person of interest back then, nor am i now for that matter.  it must has been 4 am before we went to sleep that first night, we each had a lot to get off of our chests, the room smelled like fresh cotton with a hint of lilac, i for one would not know the name of that particular scent of the next couple months, yet what an apt name it had attained.  the tv was blaring, not too loud, but we had a friends dreams to tune out, they tended to be boisterous, at least too much so for my taste.   that couch was far from comfortable, sometimes i wonder if i really am too tall for my own good for my feet always tend to hang off a few inches and my head has a tendency to meet ceilings at an inopportune angle. again, fully irrelevant to the topic at hand.  earlier in the night we had sat of the balcony, you wanted to smoke a cigarette, and i wanted to be next to you, thus i followed, and i hoped dearly that you would not mind.  i scratched your back a little bit, little did i know what i had gotten myself into in that respect.  off in the distance, between drags, i could hear the waves hitting the sound ever so faintly, it was a calm night, and i can not for the life of me recall what we discussed on those boards.  this process would repeat itself three or four times that first night, and more times than i could remember in the future.  up and down the steps, only  seven inch steps, too small for my feet, and the calculation of rise was a bit off, the last step ended up elevated at only two inches, which would make more than one awkward fall for myself. too tall, too clumsy.  i had never seen sleepless in seattle.  not in its entirety at least, nor do i think i have yet. you giggled a little, we were both a bit hesitant but our minds were occupying the same plane.  you rolled over eventually and we slept, for an hour or so. you had to got to work.  the night was growing old and i had to get up, there was dirt on my hoodie, maybe it was a sweater, i can't remember.  i'm not good at asking questions, you'll have to settle for a statement.