Details
The amazing little details that he won’t forget.
That table by the window. The tilting sun graciously shining upon the table surface. And he’d always open the window, feeling the rush of air, enjoying the sight of her attending to her hair as the wind playfully embraced her.
The complexion of her skin. Those deep, crystal eyes. The nose that could only be described as cute, no other word in his vocabulary more appropriate. The lips that were even harder to define…
The charming smile. Joyous sound of her laughter. She was so pleasant to the eye…
So now he’d stare into empty space, and she would appear before his eyes, perhaps only a fantasy, a dream, yet as beautiful and as real as ever. And it was during those moments that he would forget how much he missed her, all attention on how she was right there, by his side.
There was no pain. He knew that she would be there. If not today, then tomorrow. And he would smile, fully cherishing the delicious moment of missing someone you love, someone who you knew loved you also.