Entry 19. How I Met You
I showed you the bruises across my back. Overlapping thick layers of blue, violet and purple.
After a brief silence, you said they were beautiful. Like a sad painting.
I could not see them, but I wanted to believe you.
You asked why I had fallen down from that tree.
I said I had spread my arms, thinking my legs around the tree would hold me high.
You stared at me, silent.
I asked who you were.
You said you were the owner of the tree.
I told you I was Fiona.
You said you would call me Apple.
Your moss green eyes made me feel dizzy.
You asked if I was alright.
I said I felt as if I was falling in love with you.
You said we had met only a brief moment ago.
I asked if it was a problem.
You said "No".
And kissed me.