fightapathyordont:

The Bunya Mountains [circa. 2007]

Us on the couch. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind on the television.
You were at one end. I was at the other. Those were the unspoken conditions.
“Two years difference” was all you thought when you looked at me.
(Occasionally, it still is.)
It was cold outside. It was anything but, inside.
I had never seen the movie before. You told me “it was exactly my type”.
You liked to introduce me to new things.
You liked to show me things that reminded you of me.
To you, I was Holden Caulfield in The Catcher In The Rye.
To you, we were Henry and Claire in The Time Traveler’s Wife. 
To you, life is a book. To me, life is a book. 
That night there was no skin on skin, only sock on sock.
You held my legs whilst I held my gaze on the television screen.
“You did shave your legs…” (previous conversations that were nearly next to forgotten) …but then you found the spot I missed around the ankle.
The movie plot had lost me. You hadn’t.
It was dark and you wore your reading glasses. You looked so grown-up when you were wearing your reading glasses.
You were seventeen. I was fifteen.
You knew more than I had even begun to imagine. 
But this scene,
this scene was the beginning.
Or rather it was the proof I needed that there was going to be a beginning.
The headlights on the driveway were unwelcome.
We straightened the cushions, sat on separate couches,
and let our imaginations create what we couldn’t yet in person.

(Source: alittleconfidentiality)