By: Jessica Luxmoore

Jessica Luxmoore — Thu, 05 Mar 2020 12:30:44 +0000

Sometimes I close my eyes and gently, ever so gently, unite each of the pads of my fingers to their counterpart on the other hand. After a time all ten fingers are just touching, perfectly in the sweet spot, and there is harmony. This is my strongest memory of our four nights. Our fingers finding their counterparts, gently finding where they absolutely perfectly connect. It reminds me that you and I were “we” for quite a long time and then we became “us”.

‘night, Sweetfeet.xx

By: Jessica Luxmoore

Jessica Luxmoore — Tue, 03 Mar 2020 12:24:47 +0000

“I remember being thankful one day for the fact that I shared your house. I came up the stairs and Sasha was in the lounge. Reading, or something. I interrupted her to tell her that I really enjoyed living there and appreciated that she accepted me. That’s alright, she said. About two weeks after that, you told me that she told you she wanted me to leave.” Maybe that was the catalyst because on some level she could have thought you were going to usurp her position. I was crestfallen when she said, I thought about excuses but I had to honour her request, and consider it brave that she had asked.

I was teary when I left for Goolwa, you wouldn’t be home when I returned. But, now, in hindsight, it was the best thing that could have happened. It moved us to a new place. Our hearts grew fonder, you were able to see and know that you were important to me. We both looked forward to our sleepovers, but you were still guarded, there were plenty of things that suggested to me that you were not interested in anything more. Still, that now becomes part of our interesting history.

More to mull…

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By: Jessica Luxmoore

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