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Authors: Lucy Jones
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you say them…]
[It’s terrible how I wait feverishly for your texts and jump at every beep.]
[I can imagine you all feverish, holding your phone in your damp hands, getting wetter every time you see one of my messages. It arouses me imagining it. My penis is so swollen with desire that it’s getting painful…]
[I’m in a daze just reading your messages. My whole body is inflamed and my crotch is tingling…]
[I want you, Julia.]
“I want you.” I spoke this sentence aloud. I heard,
I love you
. Did I hear what I wanted to hear? Did
I want you
become
I love you
through the prism of my desire? Was it my interpretation?
I want you
. Was that his way of saying
I love you
? After all, there are different ways of saying it. In the film
Port of Shadows
, when Gabin says to Morgan,
“You have beautiful eyes, you know”
, he’s simply saying
“I love you”.
When she replies,
“Kiss me”
, she’s saying
“Me too”
.
I was taking my time replying, then a new message arrived from Daniel.
[Julia, I’m sorry but I have to leave you.]
That sentence affected me like a cold shower. That
“leave”
was unfair, violent and unbearable. I doubted that there was any desire to hurt me in it, I even suppose that the exchange would have continued if Daniel had been able to. And I cursed the annoying individual, man or machine, which had put an end to our messages.
Can our hearts not cling onto anything else but words? Maybe Daniel was right to prefer actions instead.
I barely had time to send:
[Already…]
When I received:
[Until tomorrow.]
Presumably Daniel had contacted me to reprimand me, confirm that he wanted me to go home and make me want to go. All that at the same time, but I couldn’t give the exact percentages. It didn’t matter, the result was the same: I wanted to, I had to see him again.
Tom saw me come out of the office, my cheeks flushed and my eyes wild. We burst out laughing. This wonderful complicity took the heat out of my feelings (and my body) and made me feel free and relieved.
"If tonight is your last night in NYC – and I guess it is – I’m taking you out to celebrate!" said Tom.
"With pleasure, my dear!"
Tom chose a restaurant famous for its cheesecakes; he knew that I loved them. I enjoyed my dessert as if it were my last and then he took me to a trendy bar, where some friends of his joined us. After a few cosmopolitans, I hit the dance floor…
Tom accompanied me back to the hotel around two thirty am. We couldn’t stop saying good-bye, have a good trip, take care, we’ll call each other, we’ll keep in touch, come and see me when you can. There were laughs, a few tears and embraces.
I eventually went up to my room. There, I took off my short cotton dress, which was soaked with sweat from dancing and the hot New York night and went to freshen up in the shower. It was only when I came out of the bathroom that I noticed that a small box had been placed on my bed.
I was convinced that it was a gift from Tom and opened the box smiling in anticipation of a joke or a nice little souvenir. What a surprise to discover a superb watch
(Tercari, of course!)
showing Paris time!
Was Daniel in New York? Why not see me if he was here? Don’t panic. Stay calm. Let’s think about this. Ray. Yes, of course. Ray must have stayed in the area. For Daniel’s business? Or to watch me? Let’s move on.
A piece of paper had been rolled up and placed in the watch strap:
“I just wanted to let you know and promise you,
before you get on the plane in a little while,
that I am really looking forward to having you
by my side again and kissing your soft cheek.
And rest assured that I will
meet you at the airport,
I promise you.
D. W.”
There was something odd about these lines. The tone? The statement? I could not tell. Perhaps for a moment, Daniel had been afraid I would stay in NY, perhaps when I had said
“I’m thinking about it”
?
Three am already. I still had to pack if I wanted to get two
[It’s terrible how I wait feverishly for your texts and jump at every beep.]
[I can imagine you all feverish, holding your phone in your damp hands, getting wetter every time you see one of my messages. It arouses me imagining it. My penis is so swollen with desire that it’s getting painful…]
[I’m in a daze just reading your messages. My whole body is inflamed and my crotch is tingling…]
[I want you, Julia.]
“I want you.” I spoke this sentence aloud. I heard,
I love you
. Did I hear what I wanted to hear? Did
I want you
become
I love you
through the prism of my desire? Was it my interpretation?
I want you
. Was that his way of saying
I love you
? After all, there are different ways of saying it. In the film
Port of Shadows
, when Gabin says to Morgan,
“You have beautiful eyes, you know”
, he’s simply saying
“I love you”.
When she replies,
“Kiss me”
, she’s saying
“Me too”
.
I was taking my time replying, then a new message arrived from Daniel.
[Julia, I’m sorry but I have to leave you.]
That sentence affected me like a cold shower. That
“leave”
was unfair, violent and unbearable. I doubted that there was any desire to hurt me in it, I even suppose that the exchange would have continued if Daniel had been able to. And I cursed the annoying individual, man or machine, which had put an end to our messages.
Can our hearts not cling onto anything else but words? Maybe Daniel was right to prefer actions instead.
I barely had time to send:
[Already…]
When I received:
[Until tomorrow.]
Presumably Daniel had contacted me to reprimand me, confirm that he wanted me to go home and make me want to go. All that at the same time, but I couldn’t give the exact percentages. It didn’t matter, the result was the same: I wanted to, I had to see him again.
Tom saw me come out of the office, my cheeks flushed and my eyes wild. We burst out laughing. This wonderful complicity took the heat out of my feelings (and my body) and made me feel free and relieved.
"If tonight is your last night in NYC – and I guess it is – I’m taking you out to celebrate!" said Tom.
"With pleasure, my dear!"
Tom chose a restaurant famous for its cheesecakes; he knew that I loved them. I enjoyed my dessert as if it were my last and then he took me to a trendy bar, where some friends of his joined us. After a few cosmopolitans, I hit the dance floor…
Tom accompanied me back to the hotel around two thirty am. We couldn’t stop saying good-bye, have a good trip, take care, we’ll call each other, we’ll keep in touch, come and see me when you can. There were laughs, a few tears and embraces.
I eventually went up to my room. There, I took off my short cotton dress, which was soaked with sweat from dancing and the hot New York night and went to freshen up in the shower. It was only when I came out of the bathroom that I noticed that a small box had been placed on my bed.
I was convinced that it was a gift from Tom and opened the box smiling in anticipation of a joke or a nice little souvenir. What a surprise to discover a superb watch
(Tercari, of course!)
showing Paris time!
Was Daniel in New York? Why not see me if he was here? Don’t panic. Stay calm. Let’s think about this. Ray. Yes, of course. Ray must have stayed in the area. For Daniel’s business? Or to watch me? Let’s move on.
A piece of paper had been rolled up and placed in the watch strap:
“I just wanted to let you know and promise you,
before you get on the plane in a little while,
that I am really looking forward to having you
by my side again and kissing your soft cheek.
And rest assured that I will
meet you at the airport,
I promise you.
D. W.”
There was something odd about these lines. The tone? The statement? I could not tell. Perhaps for a moment, Daniel had been afraid I would stay in NY, perhaps when I had said
“I’m thinking about it”
?
Three am already. I still had to pack if I wanted to get two
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