| General Fiction posted September 24, 2024 |
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Our Love Story Remembered on Your Day
I Believe In You
by Begin Again
My voice quivered in the stillness. "I miss you."
Tears glistened in my eyes as I stood at the window, staring up at the stars. Like so many nights before, I searched for the brightest one in the sky, and a smile crossed my face. I knew it was you.
"I know that's you watching me. You always had to be the center of attention, showing off or making me laugh. Did you do the 'alligator' when you celebrated with everyone today?" Like a jack-in-a-box, the memory popped into my mind, bringing a giggle with it.
With a raised eyebrow, I responded, "No, I suppose not — rolling all over the clouds might be seen as inappropriate."
More memories crossed my mind. "The smell of your favorite cologne, the sound of your laughter, the touch of your hand in mine, long walks along the riverbank — I'm so grateful for every one of them. Even when you were sick, we always thought there would be more time, but —"
My common sense — a rare moment when it comes to you — frowned and scolded me. "Don't go there, Carol. Not tonight. Think of the good times."
A smile slowly returned to my lips as I imagined you surrounded by family, laughter filling the air like old times. I sighed and made a wish — I wished I was there.
Of course, that brought on the tears again.
They trickled down my cheeks as I stood there, listening to the music playing softly in the other room. I could hear Whitney Houston softly singing, "If I Should Stay, I Would Only Be in Your Way." I inhaled, my breath ragged, but I sang too — out of tune, but she didn't seem to care. "So I'll go, but I know I'll think of you every step of the way."
Oh, that might have been a mistake! Those last moments we shared galloped, like a herd of wild horses, across my mind and trampled my heart.
I remembered holding your hand and telling you it was okay to leave, knowing my heart was breaking and nothing would be the same. Inside, I screamed, "Please — don't go." But I knew, this time, you had to go. The angels were waiting to take you home.
Whitney's powerful voice belted out and filled the room. "I will always love you."
I closed my eyes, and like magic — there you were, like you'd never left.
You smiled at me the same way you always did, with that twinkle in your eyes that could turn the darkest days into light. Your breath touched my face as you whispered, "Can I have this dance for the rest of your life?" Your voice was warm, and it wrapped me in its familiar comfort.
You wrapped your arms around me, pulling me into the dance as natural as breathing. We swayed side to side as if we had never been apart.
In that moment, I believed in magic — our magic. The kind that existed between us — one that defies time and distance.
We danced almost like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire. I laughed at the thought because you always had two left feet — unless you'd been to the bar.
A worried look replaced my smile. Like Debbie Downer, I had to ask — "You didn't stop at any of your old haunts to celebrate before you came here, did you? Because I think there are rules — big-time rules about that."
You laughed, and I melted into your arms.
Another memory — a police officer on a horse and you telling him it was your turn to ride. I pulled you away, praying the officer had a good sense of humor. I laughed, thankful that luck was always on your side.
I thought about how many times I'd walked down memory lane. But tonight was different. I didn't feel alone.
Your words had engraved themselves on my mind. You said, "I will always love you," and held me close, tighter than before — like you knew time was slipping through our fingers.
I leaned against your chest, listening to your heartbeat, and whispered, "Always."
Your lips pressed against mine, and butterflies swirled and fluttered in my stomach. Some things never change.
The music faded, but you lingered. I wanted your laughter, warmth, and words to stay with me forever. I wanted you to stay, knowing you had to go.
Tears prickled my eyes when you said, "I'll see you later, Gorgeous." Then, you paused and smiled. "I love you."
I smiled through the tears.
"Happy Birthday, Honey."
I turned off the light and whispered, "I love you, too."
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My voice quivered in the stillness. "I miss you."
Tears glistened in my eyes as I stood at the window, staring up at the stars. Like so many nights before, I searched for the brightest one in the sky, and a smile crossed my face. I knew it was you.
"I know that's you watching me. You always had to be the center of attention, showing off or making me laugh. Did you do the 'alligator' when you celebrated with everyone today?" Like a jack-in-a-box, the memory popped into my mind, bringing a giggle with it.
With a raised eyebrow, I responded, "No, I suppose not — rolling all over the clouds might be seen as inappropriate."
More memories crossed my mind. "The smell of your favorite cologne, the sound of your laughter, the touch of your hand in mine, long walks along the riverbank — I'm so grateful for every one of them. Even when you were sick, we always thought there would be more time, but —"
My common sense — a rare moment when it comes to you — frowned and scolded me. "Don't go there, Carol. Not tonight. Think of the good times."
A smile slowly returned to my lips as I imagined you surrounded by family, laughter filling the air like old times. I sighed and made a wish — I wished I was there.
Of course, that brought on the tears again.
They trickled down my cheeks as I stood there, listening to the music playing softly in the other room. I could hear Whitney Houston softly singing, "If I Should Stay, I Would Only Be in Your Way." I inhaled, my breath ragged, but I sang too — out of tune, but she didn't seem to care. "So I'll go, but I know I'll think of you every step of the way."
Oh, that might have been a mistake! Those last moments we shared galloped, like a herd of wild horses, across my mind and trampled my heart.
I remembered holding your hand and telling you it was okay to leave, knowing my heart was breaking and nothing would be the same. Inside, I screamed, "Please — don't go." But I knew, this time, you had to go. The angels were waiting to take you home.
Whitney's powerful voice belted out and filled the room. "I will always love you."
I closed my eyes, and like magic — there you were, like you'd never left.
You smiled at me the same way you always did, with that twinkle in your eyes that could turn the darkest days into light. Your breath touched my face as you whispered, "Can I have this dance for the rest of your life?" Your voice was warm, and it wrapped me in its familiar comfort.
You wrapped your arms around me, pulling me into the dance as natural as breathing. We swayed side to side as if we had never been apart.
In that moment, I believed in magic — our magic. The kind that existed between us — one that defies time and distance.
We danced almost like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire. I laughed at the thought because you always had two left feet — unless you'd been to the bar.
A worried look replaced my smile. Like Debbie Downer, I had to ask — "You didn't stop at any of your old haunts to celebrate before you came here, did you? Because I think there are rules — big-time rules about that."
"I know that's you watching me. You always had to be the center of attention, showing off or making me laugh. Did you do the 'alligator' when you celebrated with everyone today?" Like a jack-in-a-box, the memory popped into my mind, bringing a giggle with it.
With a raised eyebrow, I responded, "No, I suppose not — rolling all over the clouds might be seen as inappropriate."
More memories crossed my mind. "The smell of your favorite cologne, the sound of your laughter, the touch of your hand in mine, long walks along the riverbank — I'm so grateful for every one of them. Even when you were sick, we always thought there would be more time, but —"
My common sense — a rare moment when it comes to you — frowned and scolded me. "Don't go there, Carol. Not tonight. Think of the good times."
A smile slowly returned to my lips as I imagined you surrounded by family, laughter filling the air like old times. I sighed and made a wish — I wished I was there.
Of course, that brought on the tears again.
They trickled down my cheeks as I stood there, listening to the music playing softly in the other room. I could hear Whitney Houston softly singing, "If I Should Stay, I Would Only Be in Your Way." I inhaled, my breath ragged, but I sang too — out of tune, but she didn't seem to care. "So I'll go, but I know I'll think of you every step of the way."
Oh, that might have been a mistake! Those last moments we shared galloped, like a herd of wild horses, across my mind and trampled my heart.
I remembered holding your hand and telling you it was okay to leave, knowing my heart was breaking and nothing would be the same. Inside, I screamed, "Please — don't go." But I knew, this time, you had to go. The angels were waiting to take you home.
Whitney's powerful voice belted out and filled the room. "I will always love you."
I closed my eyes, and like magic — there you were, like you'd never left.
You smiled at me the same way you always did, with that twinkle in your eyes that could turn the darkest days into light. Your breath touched my face as you whispered, "Can I have this dance for the rest of your life?" Your voice was warm, and it wrapped me in its familiar comfort.
You wrapped your arms around me, pulling me into the dance as natural as breathing. We swayed side to side as if we had never been apart.
In that moment, I believed in magic — our magic. The kind that existed between us — one that defies time and distance.
We danced almost like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire. I laughed at the thought because you always had two left feet — unless you'd been to the bar.
A worried look replaced my smile. Like Debbie Downer, I had to ask — "You didn't stop at any of your old haunts to celebrate before you came here, did you? Because I think there are rules — big-time rules about that."
You laughed, and I melted into your arms.
Another memory — a police officer on a horse and you telling him it was your turn to ride. I pulled you away, praying the officer had a good sense of humor. I laughed, thankful that luck was always on your side.
I thought about how many times I'd walked down memory lane. But tonight was different. I didn't feel alone.
Your words had engraved themselves on my mind. You said, "I will always love you," and held me close, tighter than before — like you knew time was slipping through our fingers.
I leaned against your chest, listening to your heartbeat, and whispered, "Always."
Your lips pressed against mine, and butterflies swirled and fluttered in my stomach. Some things never change.
The music faded, but you lingered. I wanted your laughter, warmth, and words to stay with me forever. I wanted you to stay, knowing you had to go.
Tears prickled my eyes when you said, "I'll see you later, Gorgeous." Then, you paused and smiled. "I love you."
I smiled through the tears.
"Happy Birthday, Honey."
I turned off the light and whispered, "I love you, too."
Another memory — a police officer on a horse and you telling him it was your turn to ride. I pulled you away, praying the officer had a good sense of humor. I laughed, thankful that luck was always on your side.
I thought about how many times I'd walked down memory lane. But tonight was different. I didn't feel alone.
Your words had engraved themselves on my mind. You said, "I will always love you," and held me close, tighter than before — like you knew time was slipping through our fingers.
I leaned against your chest, listening to your heartbeat, and whispered, "Always."
Your lips pressed against mine, and butterflies swirled and fluttered in my stomach. Some things never change.
The music faded, but you lingered. I wanted your laughter, warmth, and words to stay with me forever. I wanted you to stay, knowing you had to go.
Tears prickled my eyes when you said, "I'll see you later, Gorgeous." Then, you paused and smiled. "I love you."
I smiled through the tears.
"Happy Birthday, Honey."
I turned off the light and whispered, "I love you, too."
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Today is Mike's birthday. I write this in memory of us and I promised I would always keep writing.
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