She makes a sound between a laugh and a sob, and then she says, “I couldn’t—I couldn’t do it, so—“ she shrugs—“so I came back.”
You can’t do anything but kiss her, and she tastes like vodka, and her lips are sloppy and desperate—but it’s real, and you’re both here.
“Good,” you say. “I wouldn’t want you anywhere else.”
After a while she sniffles and looks at you again, and you’re struck, like it’s the first time, and she says, “I’ve wanted you for as long as I’ve existed.”
listening while reading: Tiê e Diogo Poças – Fio Maravilha (Jorge Ben Jor cover)