The other night I was walking in the evening around my mother’s garden. There I was in the heat, breathing in the spells of dry pine brought me to a little island I travelled to with my ex. It was in the south of France. He looked into my eyes and so lovingly held my hand as if I was the only woman on earth. I felt the tears roll down my eyes remembering how happy we were then. My mom lit a few tiki torches to keep the mosquitos from biting.
I wiped my eyes dry so not to make her worry. She returned into the house. I held my shoulders in an embrace and continued to walk taking in the night sounds as the warm breeze catches my chin. I looked up to the sky and thanked God that I was lucky enough to feel so loved. Many people go through their entire lives never knowing such a feeling.
Maybe I will be swept away by another when I wake, but for today I dwell in a wonderful knowing that all is well. The heart opens when it is ready and maybe it wants some quality time with the self. I walk now in moments of romance, not with another but on my own. I used to long for someone special to share them with. Then I realized I am and she is breathtaking.