D Day

I opened my eyes to the fiery amber morning glow. First sunrise of winter. The crisp air reminded me of The day.

That year had unusual rainfalls. We spent a day in the mountain. We rose early for a walk in the powdery rain. You started the fire by the last sip of coffee. You came to the rug where I sat, kneeling and plaited my hair. I curled up like a cat on the rug with my shoes half done up. In silence you tied my shoe laces.

We held hands and walked in the rain deep into the bush in silence. When we came back we were both sweating in chills.

I made us coffee and we sat back to back by the file on the fluffy rug. You read to me from local news to poems. Your voice and the crackling of the fire are the most memorable sounds.

The rain got heavier and we could hear the dancing rhythm on the roof. Both of us love the sound of the rain. And we met on a rainy day. I knew when we heard the rain we both thought of the first time we laid eyes on each other. We both turned around with our eyes meeting. My heart was pouncing out of my jumper and your lips landing on mine. The last sentence I heard that day was your whisper in my ear ‘ I want you.’

That day is the most glorious day of my life. I experienced the five most romantic acts in that rainy winter day. You plaited my hair, tied my shoe laces, walked in the rain with me, read to me by the fire and said ‘I want you’. I savoured every moment and every detail.

You can only contain that much happiness in one day, one life with one love. For that, we both knew that day is The day. The day we wandered off from each other knowingly or subconsciously.

We did it in silence. No formal conversation, no tears, no embrace, no good byes. We walked away in the middle of climax, in triumph, in perfection. We both knew there was never going to be another we, us and what we shared. We preserved our love and upheld its prestige.

” True love may only come once in a lifetime. But it can come once and once is more than enough.” – Fawn Weaver

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Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

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