Sometimes I dwell to much on the idea of

finishing each other’s sentences,

falling asleep so soundly next to each other

odering in dinner and Netflix,

Intimacy –

the comfort and familiarity it brings

that I forget the magic of the first dates.

Hugging for the first time,

the awkward silences between /meal/ courses,

sneaking a glance,

a long walk on one hot summer night,

the “i have wine, do you want to come up?”.

All those little surprises, the ever so-cliche

that should make every every first date the best

which has yet to come.

Saigon, May 2020

And no, I don’t think first dates are overrated although I can hardly remember mine.