Until we were it: short story

By Katriina Huhtaniemi

This is the story of how I met you.
This is the story about our clueless hearts falling for each other in a foreign country and creating something so remarkable that it still makes my body light on fire.
This is the story about passion, love, about sex and sexual awakening. About finding yourself, about inspiration.
This is the story about struggling to have a parent with a drug addiction, about surviving.
This is the story about two young restless hearts through words, through poetry.

This is my raw soul on these pages.

"Don't be scared to feel what your heart keeps offering you. Take the matches, light it on fire and embrace the feeling"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Books on Demand
• Release date: Mar 6, 2020
• ISBN: 9789528022244

Katriina Huhtaniemi

I write through the sweetest yet hardest parts of life and somehow manage to find something syrupy in them. This is my raw heart purely offered just for you.

Book preview

Until we were it

Until we were it

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Copyright

Until we were it

This is the story of how I met you.

This is the story about our clueless hearts falling for each other in a foreign country and creating something so remarkable that it still makes my body light on fire.

This is the story about passion, love, about sex and sexual awakening. About finding yourself, about inspiration.

This is the story about struggling to have a parent who is a drug addict, about surviving.

This is the story about two young restless hearts through words, through poetry.

This is my raw soul on these pages.

 

Don't be scared to feel what your heart keeps offering you. Take the matches, light on fire and embrace the feeling

Chapter 1

     our bodies are not the most beautiful thing

on this planet

it's our souls building them to be so blinding

that only by touching them you can really sense how beautiful they are

souls is where it begins

bodies is where it ends, connects

Hello or goodbye, may I use hello now before it's too late, before goodbye rolls off my tongue accidentally or maybe because it's the easiest thing for me to say, I thought.

It started months ago when the land of Venice, the land of water and canals was set under my feet. When my heart burst like a volcano from walking on the streets that lead nowhere as the scorching sun made my shoulders burned and ahcy. My mind, the thought of you as someone complete didn't follow the steps that I took, as I forgot that there, here are living other souls than you. They and their words didn't matter.

I let myself breathe, fall asleep and I see you. Your vivid eyes, that looked like silver and the mouth, your mouth that could make me weak in the knees any second. And as today comes and tomorrow never stops arriving I can't seem to let my mind forget about you and how you spoke.

The plane landed in the evening, when it was already dim but bright enough to see the Italian faces, which looked quite similar to what I though. They looked like us but happier. We travelled quite often; me and my mother. Just the two of us, dad hadn't been around for a long time. Yes of course, many men had came through our front door during the last few years but not anyone who I could call as dad. I missed saying that word a lot but mom never knew that. Or maybe she did, who knows. She never did a wretched thing about it.

My mother never wanted me to fall in love. She had been heartbroken so many times by men whose for she would have counted all the stars on the sky and brought moon to touch the land. She never wanted me to to feel the same way, the pain, the sorrow, she didn't want me to lose all hope on love like she had. That's why I had always been scared of telling her about the boys who got my mind messed up.

Our taxi rode in the parking lot, we entered the hotel, mom walking behind me, with dear excitement of getting somewhere new. This was new indeed, living in someone else's house, with another family. We had stayed in modern hotels, which made others feel poor, only because we got our grandmothers legacy when her time was running low. Then the money started to run low, as it has always done, so renting rooms from others felt like a good idea.

I sat on the lobby as few people were walking by, all of them looked like they were in a hurry. Pulling their luggages that had been stuffed way too much with shampoos and hoodies, talking on the phone trying to explain to an Italian taxi driver where they needed to be picked up.

Man with furry moustache and a few razor burns down his neck came to us and I was waiting for a funny Italian accent. Floor 2, your family is waiting for you, we heard. That sounded off, like I was born and people were waiting for me, ready take me into their family. Mom took the key on her sweaty palm and walked next to me. She put her blonde hair in a ponytail, like she always did.

If I would have just known how everything turned out eventually, I would have been to nervous to open the door of room 237. Who knew what was waiting for us?

As I walked, the evening sun crowded from the windows caressing my skin and I felt happy after a long time. I rolled the keychain in my index finger and looked down to those perfectly cleaned floors.

We entered the room. And there you were, just standing there. I don't know why, but I just couldn't get my eyes out of you, I didn't urge to look anywhere else. Everything just might have started then and there, in that very moment that today makes my body forget how being alive really feels like.

I remember you wearing nothing but baby blue shorts that looked billowy and soft. No shirt, no shoes, nothing that could cover that body of yours, your chest and stomach which had already tanned. He looked older than he could be yet he was born two years before me. His look had that spirit of a child but seriousness of a man, which only made me feel a bit more. You had a dimple on the right corner of your mouth, scar on your forehead which tried to hide under your almond brown hair. The tint on your lips was are red as the last apples are at August. Your hungry, wide shoulders and eyes bright as diamonds. Every time I blinked got me look at you more deeply, in a different way. Suddenly I felt the need to keep that beautiful creator in front of me safe from all the bad things in this world.

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