Berlin lake

Well, well, well.

We met.

His first impression was something like... very well groomed, clean-cut guy

We got some ice cream, went to the park, sat on a bench and talked.

We wandered toward Berlin Wall after
He’s a purebred Berliner

He told me fascinating stories about his family
his mom and his dad from different side of Berlin

His grandmother married to an African man and moved to Africa
I told him about my favorite movie

We went to a Lebanese restaurant, then walked to another park.

It was beautiful.
Purple flowers blooming everywhere.
People lounging.
Peaceful.

We climbed a small hill, kinda surrounded by graff kids and mellow stoners but we weren’t bothered.

He asked if he could walk me home, and I said yes.

The hesitation at the gate before goodbye, awkward in the sweetest way.

We called it a night.

Not even a peck, just the tension of something waiting to unfold.

Second date.

We went to the lake.
Another beautiful day

People lounging
Dogs bounding

We went for a swim.
Probably my first time swimming in a lake.

Before diving in,he removed his hearing device.

And I wondered about his silent, serene world.

In the water,
we didn’t say a word,

only the gentle circle of little ducks around us.

The feeling of soft mud under my feet

The quiet current passing through our barely touched pinkies
yet it felt more real than words.

Then
our first kiss