It could be some day In my mind I have a script of how life should be, about how happy people live and they are not a myth, how people who enjoy each other coexist under the same roof, sharing a bed and a heart. It all starts like this… “I just opened my eyes and I see the crooked ceiling over the bed I sit for a few seconds and then struggle to get up, the sunlight is reaching inside trough the crack in the dark curtain and over your face, over your beautiful face; you move a little so the light won’t bother you and at the same time whisper “don’t leave” as I stand up. After doing my morning routine, I am preparing two spoons and put them facing each other on the table, the sugar cubes, brown and white, separated in two small sugar bowls because that’s how you like it; I prepare the hot coffee to put in the white cups we have from your parents, the milk also separated because you always loved to watch how the two mix together I’ll add two brown sugar free biscuits and we are all set set. As you wake up you already know to turn on the music, not to loud, not too silent, just perfect to set the mood. I can hear your barefoot steps closing in one by one and I wait, it’s like every second is longer when I am waiting for you; you stop in the door, dressed only with the shirt I received as a gift from you. “It looks good on you, but it would look even better off.” “Good morning to you too! ” You sit down just in front of me, look at me for a few seconds and then take your book and continue reading where you left of. I just admire you, look at you as you take the white sugar cube first.” I know is farfetched, but you could be that one, you could be the one. I miss your smile, G.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 00:07:42 +0000