…is walking along the streets of a sophisticated city, pretending like I am only 7 years old, with questions that only a 7-year old kid would ask.
And then it will make you smile and think, “Oh, this should be easy.”
I can feel every plan and every thought. I can almost say I can read your mind. When you say, “Let’s go to Barcelona on the fourth of July,” I know that you are not asking me to go to Barcelona on the fourth of July. Of course, you will ask me to hop the plane with you. But I know more than that.
I know that you will rent a hotel for two, and you will order wine on the first night. You will be reading my body language as I read yours.
And then you will hear me talk like a 7-year old. Again, you would think, “This should be easy.”
I will ask questions that only a 7-year old would ask. I will give in to every bit of trap you will set up. I will look like I do not know what is happening. But I know what wine means. I know what being alone in a room with you means.
Before we know it, your lips will touch mine. Your fingers will run through my shoulders, to my breasts, to my back, under my clothes. You will un-strap my bra, take off my white shirt —-
And my 7-year old self will ask questions only a 7-year old girl will ask. I will ask you something like, “What are we doing?” But you know, love, even before you asked me to go to Barcelona with you – I already know.
By just the look in your eyes, or the way you picked up my jacket when it fell down the floor, or the way kept your hands inside your pockets when I passed you by. I knew it, my love. I knew it even before you realized it. I have thought about it a million times in my head before it even came to your mind.
So if you kiss me tonight and go home with a big smile on your face because you think all plans went well and you won, don’t be too excited.
In this game, I am the winner.
This is one of those pieces that I really hope is just pure fiction.
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There was a pink building along EDSA-Cubao. It was 2008.
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