We were walking among the fleeting day, our recently adopted pooch is throwing himself among the place joyfully; letting his nose plunge into every new smell, unlocking a new bouquet of ownerships. But for us, we were just walking casually among the slowly breaking night. The night was fresh, and there were people about the place running to and fro, coming and going in their workout attire, and then there is us… Being us.
Conversation never really is fleeting, as I’ve come to notice and enjoy, and her opinion is one I hold to incredibly high regard. Tonight, as we walked and talked, we spoke about the good amongst the bad. The point of ruin with each human, the threshold someone meets before minds later and change, the point where everything you came to know changed quickly in a flash. Love, as well, was spoken about. I mean, how could it not be on discussion? It just needed to show itself on such a beautiful crisp summer night.
"I try my hardest, no matter what, to always think of something good about someone, even if our last moments were the opposite" I said, whilst casually pulling Rex along as he was dragging through the grass with his paws.
"Same! But sometimes it doesn’t really work. I mean, I remember writing a list about what I loved about people in the past, and it was just empty"
-“Same here hun, it’s not that I was being hard or mean, but sometimes that alone is a hard thing to do”
“But now, if I want to write a top 100 list of the things I love about you, I can”
She said this out of left field, and it floored me. I wanted to hear her say it again, as it was music to my ears, and I wanted to have it on repeat.
I’m glad she could write such lists about me, because I would do the same, hell I would trek to the ends of the earth writing pages for a book that I would gladly place at her feet. And in that moment, I was ecstatic, a depart from the usual happiness; but a moment I would savour for the good part of my exhaling breaths.
- Missing Heart?