Life story

Ok…let’s do it.

Let’s not think too much about it.

Let’s just meet and avoid each other’s look. But let our hands play and our fingers speak. Let me be amazed by your eyes watching our stupid foolish little fingers’ game.

Let’s start like that. And then let’s have a glass of wine from time to time, avoiding too many words, avoiding too much to care.

Then let’s dance. Clumsy and silly, pretending we (don’t) know what we’re doing. Let’ s go clubbing and get drunk and smoke cigar after cigar.

Let’s make some mutual friends and let me cook some pretty cupcakes for them. Let’s gather on weekends and make fun of each other. I’ll give some bad love advice to the girls, and you’ll play some good  videogames with your boys.

Let’s have great, astonishing, amazing, thundering sex. Let’s be too tired to smoke a cigar after.

Let’s dance dirty. Let’s talk dirty. Then let’s get clean and kiss each other’s forehead.

Let my head lean on your shoulder and let’s chit chat about every stupid meaningless thing.

Let’s witness each other’s struggle but never interfere with it. Can you hear me, darling? Never. Ever.

Let’s make fun of each other’s work when there’s just the two of us in the kitchen, preparing that strong vanilla flavored coffee. And let’s talk about it proudly loud with that spark in our eyes when we’re at a private party and I’m wearing my black dress and drinking Martini. I’ll wink at you and you’ ll know that I’m wearing those little pink  panties underneath.

Let’s go to our friends weddings. Let’s get cheesy and have some lame sex . And then let’s promise we’ll never marry.

Let’s receive visits from our friends and their kids, let’s give them candies and let them paint our walls, draw our floor, sprinkle chocolate on our favourite couch, fill our house with noise and laughter. Your friend ‘s little daughter will break your favourite video game and you’ll just pick her up and dance with that little lady.

Then we’ll sit on our ruined sofa , looking at the mess in our house, with our hearts full of common sense and a dumb smile on our faces, and we’ll promise each other we’ll never have babies.

Then let’ s have a baby by accident. Let’s get scared. Let’s fight. Let’s think about options and choose none. Let’s hold hands and choose weird names.

Let’s feed our babies with fruits and cream and chocolate at breakfast and sent them to private schools. Let’s embarrass them in every possible way. Let’s watch them hating us as we did  with our own parents.

And let’s get married when we’re 50. Let’s make a big wedding, and I’ll have a bouquet of red roses. We’ll choose “Dance me to the end of love” as a wedding dance and we’ll embarrass our embarrassed children again. And make our grandchildren proud of us.

And then let’s sit on that old swing and drink that strong vanilla flavoured coffee. And once again let me be amazed by your eyes watching our stupid foolish little fingers’ game.

And let’s never, but please, let’s never talk about love.