on the mistake of falling asleep
Dear Paulo,
I slept on your shoulder on our way to Macau. A good 40 minutes brought about by alcohol and the fact that it was already 2am. You told me that you were waking me up for 10 full minutes, “It’s time,” you said. I only responded with more sleep.
You and I had a really good time, just how much fun can two strangers have with each other. We have not even been together for a full hour straight. And there we were, walking in the freezing empty streets of Macau, hungry, laughing, getting lost. How difficult was it to stop myself from holding you. I look at you and all I want to do is touch you, hold your hand.
On the ride back I was sleeping, this time a full chair between us, and I woke up and caught you looking at me. I wonder what it was that you saw, or did not see, that made you say that from the very start there was nothing there. And I wonder now, if it was a mistake to have slipped into sleep, to show you a face that very few people have seen. Or if you too have tried on your end, to search my sleeping face, for something that I really cannot offer.
siempre, te quiero mucho.
