do you remember when we ate peanut butter cups for breakfast at a last-minute hostel in la serena? or when we biked down the elqui valley hills at light speed and didn’t for a second fear for our lives?
day trips to iloca beach and longer trips to valparaiso, eating beef chorrillana during holy week, pinching our noses as we walked around town because we didn’t want to drown in dead fish. accidental journeys through desert cemeteries, kicking up dust and trying to pronounce names that aren’t used anymore. playing cards on the rickety bench outside your house, me with my strawberry juice and you with your beer.
a hike up to the valley of the moon, you have to drink my pisco because i can’t stand the taste of it. a fender bender and impromptu ice cream sandwiches because our driver wasn’t paying attention and whatshisname was hungry. finding our way to a stream on horseback with a bald and chubby guide, stripping down and bathing in burning cold, rushing fast water. rubbing ourselves with mud, scrubbing away our dead skin and rinsing off our sweat.
rochester, philadelphia, curicó, santiago. leesport and licantén and lansdowne.
each and every airport reunion, awkward and clumsy, emotionally exhausting, better than anything else in the world. every goodbye, each one more painful and ugly and grey than the one before, but we do it over and over again because that’s love. our hearts burst and break, break and burst.
i lose my temper at jefferson station, yell and stomp and cross my arms like an angry toddler. you tell me to quit pushing you away, you’re not going anywhere, you love me too much.
getting to know your family, eating marraqueta with tomato and avocado. watching teleseries, chopping cilantro, sitting next to the space heater, sharing teabags with rosita. teaching her to bake cakes, learning how to make rice and empanadas, learning how to knit.
the first time we kissed, i stared up into your eyes and the moon was shining on them so bright. the day we met, my eyes were wandering over everything and everyone because it was all fresh and new, and they landed on your ripe-banana face and i said to myself “he’s cute.”
i read today that the average dream only lasts about twenty minutes.