Geologist

I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a geologist. He smells of earth and jungle heat.

We met in a snow storm in winter. He told me stories about a place people have forgotten. Some months later, he took me there. He always walked a step ahead of me. If there were no oceans, he would never stop running. I scratched his back at night and he kissed my neck in return.

When we parted, I told him I would be alright without him. And now he fights with lions and swims in rivers far, far away.

He does not know that it was the biggest lie I ever told.

[No, this is not about me. This is something I read and liked.]