Part 1
His face buried in her hair, his hand around her waist, he laughed at her silliness.
She stood there and laughed with him and looked at him, wondering what a wonderful man he was, what she'd experienced with him all these days... She sailed back into time, her memories dating back to that day when they decided to drive 200kms away from the usual drama.
He wore white and she wore a different colour that day, she wore an orange and it was coincidentally one of her special dresses. When they see each other, they forget about the world and they seem to wash out everything that has been bothering them, absolutely poof. Hand in hand, every time he shifts the gear their hands would move along. She'd sit there and watch him every minute he drove, literally face him while he'd drive her around. He was her punching bag, and the softest cheek, one of the softest cheeks to touch. She'd stare at his half-grown beard and his overgrown moustache which would never fail to fall on his lips, irritating the s*** out of him. She'd listen to him cribbing about the traffic all the time and his whining about his boss and life and everything that was remotely close to the society and most importantly how he didn't like his own kind. Yes, he hated men and their guts, and he wasn't afraid to say so, and that she absolutley loved about him, not that he managed to find out some of the glitches with his own kind but he wasn't afraid to go ahead and a be better man because he could, because he was taught right and that mattered to him. The fact that he'd tell her everything, go on and on about his first love and how happy he felt when he was in that place at that moment of his life and that he could never relive it with anyone else but that person and how his life turned into today. He loved talking, chitter chatter and banter all the way, in and out of the town, 400kms. She drove with him to get down after about 250kms to breathe the salty breeze of the ocean., Blue, Greens, Greys, and Whites dominated the road along the ocean. That was the first thing they did, parked along the pavement, stepped out of the car, crossed the road, heard the pebbles click under their feet, 'Click, click'... He grabbed her hand looked at her and whispered exactly what she wanted to hear, wallowing in the breath of fresh air and absolute serene, he held her close telling her how he loved that she was right next to him, making the moment a lot more better than it already is..
It was a bright day, cool breeze and empty french old styled streets, windows peeping out on the road, white sculpted buildings not above a certain height jeweled the roads, absolutely spick and span , and hardly any vehicle moving about these stroll friendly roads. So quiet with a hint of the waves gushing and suppressed noise of the vehicles in town. They found the most perfect place for lunch, red and illustrative, italian spices in a french atmosphere topped on with the heavenly smell of mozarella and garlic. The sound of pop popping from the cold, drippy glass of sweet coke to digest the bounciest bread of all times. It was as good as it sounds ;) What's better to have the person who adores you the most sit right next to you and look at you as if you were lunch for him. When you realise he didn't bother about anything that was happening around him and was there to only live every second with you as if he were short on time and it was necessary to make every ticking hand worthwhile. Sounds perfect does it? She felt every bit of it, as she felt a shiver run across her body and goosebumps springing up her skin.That wasn't all of it either, ofcourse, they did not miss the chance to indulge in the lavish meal and rewound to live a happy child's life who found happiness in cheese margheritas and garlic breads. The happiest customers they would've encountered that day or even maybe in their entire lifetimes. As they walked out the door, ringing the happy bell, they kissed like it was their day, it was their town and they were everything they wanted to be...
To be continued...
His face buried in her hair, his hand around her waist, he laughed at her silliness.
She stood there and laughed with him and looked at him, wondering what a wonderful man he was, what she'd experienced with him all these days... She sailed back into time, her memories dating back to that day when they decided to drive 200kms away from the usual drama.
He wore white and she wore a different colour that day, she wore an orange and it was coincidentally one of her special dresses. When they see each other, they forget about the world and they seem to wash out everything that has been bothering them, absolutely poof. Hand in hand, every time he shifts the gear their hands would move along. She'd sit there and watch him every minute he drove, literally face him while he'd drive her around. He was her punching bag, and the softest cheek, one of the softest cheeks to touch. She'd stare at his half-grown beard and his overgrown moustache which would never fail to fall on his lips, irritating the s*** out of him. She'd listen to him cribbing about the traffic all the time and his whining about his boss and life and everything that was remotely close to the society and most importantly how he didn't like his own kind. Yes, he hated men and their guts, and he wasn't afraid to say so, and that she absolutley loved about him, not that he managed to find out some of the glitches with his own kind but he wasn't afraid to go ahead and a be better man because he could, because he was taught right and that mattered to him. The fact that he'd tell her everything, go on and on about his first love and how happy he felt when he was in that place at that moment of his life and that he could never relive it with anyone else but that person and how his life turned into today. He loved talking, chitter chatter and banter all the way, in and out of the town, 400kms. She drove with him to get down after about 250kms to breathe the salty breeze of the ocean., Blue, Greens, Greys, and Whites dominated the road along the ocean. That was the first thing they did, parked along the pavement, stepped out of the car, crossed the road, heard the pebbles click under their feet, 'Click, click'... He grabbed her hand looked at her and whispered exactly what she wanted to hear, wallowing in the breath of fresh air and absolute serene, he held her close telling her how he loved that she was right next to him, making the moment a lot more better than it already is..
It was a bright day, cool breeze and empty french old styled streets, windows peeping out on the road, white sculpted buildings not above a certain height jeweled the roads, absolutely spick and span , and hardly any vehicle moving about these stroll friendly roads. So quiet with a hint of the waves gushing and suppressed noise of the vehicles in town. They found the most perfect place for lunch, red and illustrative, italian spices in a french atmosphere topped on with the heavenly smell of mozarella and garlic. The sound of pop popping from the cold, drippy glass of sweet coke to digest the bounciest bread of all times. It was as good as it sounds ;) What's better to have the person who adores you the most sit right next to you and look at you as if you were lunch for him. When you realise he didn't bother about anything that was happening around him and was there to only live every second with you as if he were short on time and it was necessary to make every ticking hand worthwhile. Sounds perfect does it? She felt every bit of it, as she felt a shiver run across her body and goosebumps springing up her skin.That wasn't all of it either, ofcourse, they did not miss the chance to indulge in the lavish meal and rewound to live a happy child's life who found happiness in cheese margheritas and garlic breads. The happiest customers they would've encountered that day or even maybe in their entire lifetimes. As they walked out the door, ringing the happy bell, they kissed like it was their day, it was their town and they were everything they wanted to be...
To be continued...
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