One Day of Him
It was December 13, the middle winter. Harsh, cold winds were blowing in all directions. She sat in her room staring out the window. Everything is dark. Everything is chilly. Life seems to have faded from the cove. The whole earth is in shadow. Clouds swirl above devouring the blue sky and sunlight. Hope has vanished. Nothing is real anymore.
She put on her jacket and pants and opened the door to hopelessness, leaving comfort and warmth behind. She looked everywhere for him. She rode her bike to the store down the road. He wasn’t there. She rode her bike to the gym. He wasn’t there. She rode home and got in the car and drove to church. He wasn’t there either. She couldn’t smell anymore because of the cold. She returned home, sad and distraught at the loss of him. Why did he have to leave, she thought. Why did he leave so quickly?
She began to reminisce on him and the things they did together: swimming, riding, running, playing, chasing. She was chasing him still, even though he was gone. She wondered if he’d ever be back. When would that be? She remembered they would climb onto the roof and lay there and talk. Talk about anything and everything. She knew he wouldn’t tell. He couldn’t. She remembered tank tops and shorts and flip flops and warm air.
She went on the roof and tried to talk, but her words froze as they entered the cold winter air. She watched as they fell from her mouth, down off the roof, and could hear the faint shatter of her hopeful words as they fell to the ground below. How could this be? She thought. How can he just leave? Where did he go? Why isn’t he here? The questions swirled in her mind like a tornado.
She missed him. She didn’t want to give him up. She missed him so much. She wanted him there with her. There again to talk. There again to laugh. There again to be with her. The thing she loved most was gone.
The wind picked up and she went back inside. She went to her room and put on her tank top and shorts and flip flops and sat by the fire. Hoping some of him could be there with her in that warmth. But it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same at all. It was completely different. She was never this hot with him. She was always just right. Not nervous. Not anxious. Just relaxed and calm, together and confident.
The gray sky turned black and any form of light disappeared. She crawled into her warm bed, still thinking of him. Wishing he would come back for just one day. One day where they could be together again. One day to remind her how much she loved him. She thought of him until she finally fell asleep.
She was wakened the next morning by a blinding light shining through her window. She squinted as she threw off the covers and rubbed her eyes. She pulled up the blinds and the sun shone on her hopeful face. She closed her eyes tight and squished her face together like she was making a wish, and then opened the window. Eyes shut she felt something familiar. A warm breeze tickled her face and the faint smell of him entered her nostrils. A huge smile formed on her ecstatic face. He was back.
She immediately put on her tank top and shorts and flip flops. She ran downstairs to her bike and rode all around town. He was at the store. He was at the gym. He was at church. She rode home and climbed to the roof. Words flowed out of her mouth like a new spring of water. Her eyes were brighter than ever. She talked about the warmth she felt. She talked about the breeze and the sunny sky. The liveliness he brought to her. She could hear people working in their yards again. Grass was being mowed and hedges were being cut. She was as happy as she could be with him.
She kept talking and talking. Suddenly a loud wind interrupted her. She paused and looked at him confused. He told her he could only stay for today, and that he had to leave tomorrow. Her smile turned into a frown. He then reminded her that he would be back again in just a few months. She didn’t want him to leave again. But she was happy to have him back for a day. She was happy to see him again. She was glad she got to have even one day of him.
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