The way you always make breakfast, even when I’d tell you to sleep in.
The way you stealthily click a photograph on Sunday mornings, with my hair in a messy bun and crusts of sleep still around my eyes.
The way you sometimes look at me when I’m standing at the checkout counter at the store. The way you peek at the girl behind me thinking I wouldn’t notice (Oh, I notice everything!)
The way your face looks concerned and amused at the same time when I wobble unsteadily after I sit for too long, causing my legs to fall asleep.
The way your sentences are peppered with certain words pronounced just a wee bit differently, and how those words entered my own sentences that same way.
The way our eyes have the same downward slant, and the way my fingers link with yours, like they were moulded together some ancient lifetimes ago.
In a moment, dusk turned to night, and in another, the first stars of the evening disappeared behind storm clouds and lightning. The last of the people left, rushing to find a shelter from the rain. You asked, “Home or stay?”
“Stay,” I replied.
So we stayed. And we got thoroughly drenched in the way that you loved.
Hi everyone! I’m working on a minimalist fiction project for this year’s #AtoZChallenge. The story will be shared in snippets, and the events occur non-sequentially. It is for the reader to interpret and form the “whole”. You can read all the posts here. Join me, and do share links to your AtoZ posts as well!
Someday I’ll write an AtoZ series using only POTF songs as titles. It will be mine and Marko Saaresto’s epic love story 😛 ❤ (If you follow me on Instagram, yes, this is what I was day-dreaming about last week.)