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,
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.