Curfews

During lockdown 1 I was living with a guy I had just met, both of us were stuck and lost in a foreign country. We were not in love. We separated promising each other to meet again someday, somewhere. I visited ghostly cities, I met lost and broke kids, I had reckless sex. I eventually came back home. I reconnected with old lovers, sometimes regretting it and violating curfews to escape and get back home. I started dating a dear friend, we attended the last open-air concert ever, and by lockdown 2 we were together. I was not in love. I knew that when I fell for another guy. It was lockdown 3. We would spend the nights driving around the empty city, past curfew. Nobody ever stopped us. So I left my boyfriend. I like the guy, we continue to violate restrictions together. I hope this to be a love story.

I'm learning intimacy, despite the pandemic, or thanks to it.