...I blew on that golden horn like a professional. "Rita hasn't forgotten me", I thought to myself. And didn't find myself rusty at all, when handling her.
It was our 10th anniversary and I could still see her dancing in her deep red wedding gown from the day we got married. Flashbacks rushed in my brain and overflew my sense of being present anymore. I lost touch in the present and dove in the past.
The smell of her hair. The smoothness in her skin; like slowly stroking a red rose pedal with your thumb. She loved roses, evidently grew a bench full of them. So she always smelled like roses, with deep red color in them. She was humming to the song like always, and you could feel the warmth of the sunlight falling down the windows, as the sun was setting. As the daylight came to and end we fell deeper and in deeper concentration towards each other and shut the world out. In our world, we were both under the stars, dancing to the saxophone playing in the backround.
When the notes in my sheets of paper ended, my reminiscing stopped and I saw myself once again in 'Madam Saxx' Jazz Club' . Playing that same song in the same exact The Smiths band. Rita disappeared with the light and the only thing left sparkling above, was the crystal chandelier. No more stars, no more Rita.
Our 10th anniversary without her...
xoxo, TheGirlWithCurls
inspirational song: Louis Armstrong - When You're Smiling http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bOH_mioL3TU
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