Nicimos writes:
Nicimos (@nicimos_) tweeted at 1:07 p.m. on Thu, May 12, 2016:
You. An airport. The beer can be carlsberg for all I care. Just to have that moment again. The build up. The waiting in the 'queue'
The moment I catch your eye
Just like the first time. I looked up and saw the only one who ever mattered. Suddenly made flesh
I've never in this life wanted to actually meet someone as much as you
But from the millisecond of that first touch, electricity surged
Was it the 9th coffee I'd had, waiting for your delayed flight?
The nerves. The wow am I really meeting someone I met on the Internet? On TWITTER?
Yes. I am. And our first hour together - our subsequent train journey to our first ever bed was beyond anything I'd ever imagined
A hotel in Mayfair. Alone and together at last. My true love and I - the taste of Shepherd's market still on our lips
The feeling that the world was ours and we could go anywhere and do anything together
Nicimos (@nicimos_) tweeted at 1:20 p.m. on Thu, May 12, 2016:
And this time - our lives have moved on and it can only get better. And it will xxx
'The rooftops are for dreamers' Paddy McAloon
Nicimos (@nicimos_) tweeted at 3:48 p.m. on Thu, May 12, 2016:
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Missimos writes:
Nicimos (@nicimos_) tweeted at 6:02 p.m. on Thu, May 12, 2016:
Hallo baby. Thank you for a string of pearls. Hours ago. This strand's strung from our first words here. Each spans this space we share.
Yes, over years we've shared many rooms and airport arrival halls. Sometimes we meet on solid ground, at times in those places in between.
At times those dream places in between are a little in quality, all the waking technologies that binds us. I found you in the electric sea.
I happened upon your avi in an ocean of avi. I watched your motions long before I caught your fate.
But I saw your substance in dream two months before I even stepped into these salubrious tides. I tell everyone that's where we first met.
Woke up in 2010, talking about the dearest man I'd spoken to in dream. So reluctant to go, to leave him there. Unaware of impending reunion.
Two months later, I joined twitter. One month after that, followed you. One point five years later, the man behind the avi reveals reunion.
Still astounds me, this year and a half of talking, having no clue the fellow behind his avi was the kind man from my dream.
And life mirrors that dream, for still we talk and talk GB's both day and night. Spirits, reluctant to let go by day or night.
Other's might be satisfied to walk dream plane halls the way we do, but you & I, yearn beyond them towards those miracles of airport halls.
I love the silly things we do in dreams, soul travel is terrible wonder, yet nothing rivals those first airport coordinate movements of you.
Today I went shopping with my mother for the right electrons to present at our latest reunion...but nothing fits me like you do.
Nothing feels as right on me, as airport air, hollowed out of anticipation. I'll be waiting at arrivals, warmed in impending coordinates.