a memory etched into my mind
It's April, yet the weather feels more like summer—sunny and warm. The trees, already laden with leaves and blossoms, enhance this illusion. It's afternoon; we've just been to the gym and are now heading back in your car.
The sun filters through the open windows, the breeze is unexpectedly warm, much like an early summer day. You are beside me in the driver's seat, your hair freshly washed and freely flowing. The wind toys with your caramel strands, while sunlight bathes your skin. You talk about your daughter, your smile slight, the charming little wrinkles around your eyes becoming more pronounced as you do.
I listen intently, savoring every word that leaves your lips. Your voice, always a delight to my ears, sounds cheerful and soothing. We drive towards the bridge, fields and meadows sprawl beside us, the river glinting in the sunlight. The air is warm, the atmosphere relaxed and cheerful, birds are singing, and there's the gentle whisper of our tires on the asphalt.
I glance over at you, longing to keep looking—your full hair, your beautiful profile, your honey-colored eyes now meeting mine. Your beauty catches me off guard, leaving me momentarily spellbound—it's just you and me, alone in your car on this day that smells of summer. Just us, this moment, no before, no after, all else fades away. And then it strikes me, "Your husband is so damn lucky."
I wish I could run my fingers through your hair, keep looking at you, again and again. But this very moment alone is burned into my heart and memories - to witness you beside me, with the sun in your eyes and the wind in your hair, as the landscape flows by.
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Beware of gifting me flowers - I will analyze them, study them, sink deeply into their hidden meanings.
Beware of gifting me flowers - they whisper to me in their secret language and I understand.
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them: you can’t go hiking in a dress
me: watch me. *picks up skirts and flounces towards the forest*
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