I Am Yesterday. You Are Present. We Are Tomorrow

Sitting peacefully outdoor on a normal street coffee place. It is a nice cold wind around me in this city. Finally winter does arrive.

The weather has been kind to me lately: And so does love.

Sometimes when you have no formal obligation all at once, you can be lost in your own damn mind. Holidays could be good and bad for a person like me. I wish I could be more relaxing but I couldn’t. Owning a company does pay its bill. Freedom is virtual and always there is a piece of stone in your pockets. Throw the one in the left pocket away and you would still find another one in your right.

We drove out of town yesterday and it has been such a heaven. Nice cold wind through our heads, great food and a little bit of an ocean.  And it all coming back to me that love could be so good in a certain way. Only when we are truly together.

“Our land could be somewhere on that shoreline, you know?” She pointed her finger across the water, from the restaurant we were to the adjacent beach.

“I know. It is going to be a house with a larger walk in closet.” I giggled.

“We can have two separate houses then.”

“That is definitely not the idea of living together my dear.” And then I smiled.

Sarcasm is biological, I believe. I also have that in every drop of my blood. That is why I was so fine with hers.  And I was also so fine with the amount of food we had on the table that day. We both know it was too plenty. But we don’t do it everyday on an ocean like this. So let us enjoy this wonderful moment then.

She was wearing her sunglasses: almost a perfect round that look similar to one of mine. It could be a purpose or it could be fate: but I think we always have things in common. We love hats. We always text the same idea of word at the same time. We love cat but now she is more into her small dog. I could also say that we are both contain aesthetically appreciation. She love to draw and so do I, even though it only for a different purpose. And definitely we both hate to see ourselves in similar ways with thing in common. We love to be different from each other in a certain way. She loves detachment and I am always bound to the detachment by obligation and limitation.

“I want a separated toilet then. I want to spend time in the toilet”

“That is much easier, I think.”

Later on we drove back to the city and spend an evening together in the movie. It was our first time since we met for several months. It has been more difficult when you are older and trying to go to the movie, I think. Time is not always on your side. It was a good movie. And it was our great time together. Even though with a little bit of traffic on the way I drove her back to her home, things went so well.

I was holding her in my arms in front of the stair in her house. It was an intensive hug and kisses. I can feel body almost blend into hers and subside. Our hearts did beat as one. I realised then that we are both so in love.

“Merry Christmas to you my dear.” I whispered in her ear.

“No it is Kiss-A-Must.” She replied.

So that would be my first Kiss-A-Must with her then.

The nice and cold breeze still passing through my head here in this coffee place. I breath it deeply while it still lasts. The magic of the winter morning is still in the air. And so does love.

I’d better get back on my bike and paddling.