goodbyes are filthy and dearly overestimated

is there only one?
He knew my name for 6 years and i knew what kind of music he liked. We have been together once and twice and at times we have shared silently our seperation. He liked old movies, like i did, and he was almost the only one with whom i could find common ground on art. Well, not art, music and films. He didn't know art. He will never. He is too self involved for it. He was always impossible to hug, the unfortunate combination of too short a woman and too tall a man, and the day we agreed to greet each other for the last time he had to go down two stairs so that i could put my arms around him without fearing that my head will fall off from behind. If i ever had the guts i'd ask him to dance with me on metal, but the extent of my inspired promiscuity could only attain dates on the Parthenon and in the sole park of Athens. Trying to be alternative we always ended up being dissapointed and too comfortable with each other than our social standards would allow. I would prefer never to hear of him again, but then again, i am indifferent.

He, the other one, was all that a girl listening to metal would ever want. He had three facial piercings, three streching earings, and three body piercings. When i met him he was there to have his left nipple pierced and i my right eyebrow. He had a sleeve lenght tattoo in progress black and red, with the face of a devilish figure surrounded by black flowers and such. He was somewhat freckled and had dark ginger hair, he was not that tall, he was kind and he always swayed along to the songs he liked when they played. He was the potential perfect incarnation of a good year or two, or a good week maybe. Of course i met him from the friend of my friend and i have ever had the chance to study him for three hours. I am fairly certain i will never hear of him again.

Him.another than the other one. He was all I ever wanted. brother, friend, lover, husband, child. there is not much that can be said about him. right now i am on a wager with myself to see if i will ever be able to forget him and will ever be able to let the idea of him go. he is the only person i could ever touch comfortably and i think i was born to fit into his arms. this all of course is silly. I trully fear i will never see him again and even if i will he won't be mine.