unfaces

Story time...

Once a boy in my class had to make a presentation about some legend in Latin class, and then he had to explain the part where the two main characters had sex. And everyone knew what was coming and we were giggling and shit (it was middle school, what do you expect?) and he just, completely unfaced by the the rest of us, concluded his sentence with “…and then they fucked.”. Everybody fell completely silent and waited for our teacher to say something. But the guy was pretty chill and didn’t interrupt. So the boy continued with. “And when they were fucking…”
At that point our teacher did decide to say something along the lines of: “please, can’t you use a different word for that?”

So the boy sayed “Sure”, thought about it for a second and then went “Screwing, boning,…”

I Said ‘I Love You’ but What I Meant Was...

I said ‘I love you’ but what I meant was in your eyes I see the next 50 years of my life. 

I said 'I love you’ but what I meant was I need you, like a summer storm needs rain, without you I’m not quite the same. 

I said 'I love you’ but what I meant was with your touch, I’m given a euphoria not even the strongest drug could recreate. 

I said 'I love you’ but what I meant was I trust you, with my heart in your hands, like a climber trusts his rope, I don’t fear falling for you. 

I said 'I love you’ but what I meant was with your strength and my confidence, together there is nothing in this world unfaceable. 

I said 'I love you’ but what I meant was I hear you, like a musician hears a beat or a lyric, I understand what you say and never want to stop listening. 

I said 'I love you’ but what I meant was with your smile, I find every piece of happiness I could ever need, my joy becomes bringing that to you. 

I said 'I love you’ but what I meant was I crave you, like a junkie craves the adrenaline in his veins, you keep me wanting more and more. 

I said 'I love you’ but what I meant was with you and only you, I want nothing more than to wake up everyday in this passion. 

I said 'I love you’ but what I meant was I love you, that’s the best way I know how to say it.

I’m thinking maybe we should just stop searching for answers on where we went wrong. Maybe this time, we should stop tracing the breadcrumbs we left along the way. I’m thinking that by now, we should’ve known that diving into the memory lane might drown us to an endless lane of falsehopes and unfaced fears; that stepping backwards is never the right way.

So instead of holding onto things that don’t want to be held, let go.

Instead of looking back, move forward.

—  f.j.c. // moving