Last Hello
He waited until the day she was leaving – bag in hand, making one final round of farewells, realizing she actually was going to Paris, before he told her how he felt. As if seeing her for the first time, through the eyes of others, as well as his own; heartsick suddenly at the thought of letting her go.
He waited anxiously, needing just one moment alone – then finding it he told her, I love you…I’ve loved you forever – echoes from her dream now cutting like a knife, as he took her in his arms and kissed her hello.
She returned his embrace, leaving nothing to chance of her hunger and desire. Nervously he watched her every move – rifling through her bag, producing a bottle of perfume, spraying it on her sweater – a curious smile played across his face, blue eyes sparkling, apprehensive and dazed – the knife now turned on him, as she raised her arms, pulled it over her head, handed him the sweater and choked on goodbye.
I’m sending this link to a friend who can use this example of strength and courage.
Thanks, Jill.
Lovely!
You’re most welcome, Ferd.
Thank you, Granny Smith. You make me hungry for a cold, crisp apple!