May 7 2020

His black criss cross patch and Me 

They say you can write about anything, but I sometimes wonder how someone would choose what to write. For me, it's always about my experiences. I sound like I have to justify this piece, because I am going to write about him again. And hence the disclaimer may be.

He had a patch of criss cross black lines on his back somewhere below the middle of his right neck and the shoulder where his arm starts. It was like a big mole, but haphazard lines forming a small patch. I don't know if he liked it, because I remember him telling me that he went to a doctor to get it checked. Also he can't see it always since it's on his back.

But I loved it, its one of my favourite things in him of his body. When ever i hugged him from his back, I always get to see it. I have kissed it obviously, for me it's more than a mole or a black patch or random lines. For me it's him, it's of his, i loved it too. Even now I can very well remember it. I dint have anything like that on me or have seen one on anyone. I always associated things of him with me in weird ways.  He has a T mark mole but in horizontal way on one of his fingers, I always thought it's because of me, my name's first letter is T. I loved his hand, his fingers, it's big, rough, warm. My hands would fit perfectly when he takes it. And he liked mine too. He always teased my hands are small and would call me the same when we were together. 

My favourite black patch of his, I wanted that to be associated with me too. I would get a strong closeness when I could relate him to me in any way and over anything. I have a very faint black and a visibly smaller patch of lines right above my right thigs, I don't know if it was there since birth. But I would like to think that I got it post knowing him and his black criss cross patch lines were sent to me via him.