It was a weekend, I took him out for lunch to a pub that sits on a point overlooking the bay. A beautiful spot on a hill, the islands in the distance.
It was warm, sunny.
He got us drinks, ordered the food, and came back to me.
We were sitting side by side in chairs on the lawn looking out over the water, talking softly and laughing about nothing in particular. I had one leg draped over his, his hand rested on my thigh.
I grabbed his head and pulled it to me and bit it, not his ear, his head. Because. Just because. It made us both laugh and he shook like a dog afterwards.
He said he wished that he could take this moment right now and write it down exactly how it was, to capture and keep it. He touched parts of me that he wanted to describe in detail to preserve them. My bare arm with light coloured hairs catching some sun, my knee curved over him, the weight of my leg against his thigh, my foot swinging gently, me smiling at him, us laughing together. All the corny things.
I asked him, “Why this moment?”
And he said, “Because I’m happy.”
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Ah! I hope this post bodes well for your search! :D Even if it doesn’t, it certainly sounds like you had a lovely time.
Well never mind. I just read the tags. :/
*laugh* I *wish* it DID bode well for my search.
Still working on it!
Ferns
I find that it’s those simple moments, with all the mundane little details, that are some of the most memorable ones. What you described here is exactly that kind of thing. Take all the various little elements and add them up, the result is a perfect, happy memory… I love when that happens.
*smile* Yes. And the joy for me was in his simple declaration that he was happy.
Ferns
blonde hair blowing in the summer wind
Yes, there was that also *smile*.
Ferns
This does seem like a perfect moment, and small moments that I cherish as well.
*smile* I think we miss so many of those small moments, breezing through, not paying attention.
It’s a bit of a treat when you notice one and manage to store it away.
Ferns
Isn’t it nice to look back on warm memories sometimes. It’s those memories that often give me hope and keep me from giving up on the idea of finding what I want again.
Respectfully,
Mysticlez
It is lovely, yes *smile*, and hopeful.
Ferns
That’s sweet *smiles*
Coug
Thank you, it really was *smile*.
Ferns