They had been walking around the city all day and their feet were tired. Their arms were sore from carrying boutique-purchased items, groceries and a bottle of wine, yet their spirits were electric, sparked by the excitement of finally being together.
Their love was new, still silent and unspoken but it was enough to make each of their eyes sparkle with anticipation and emotion. They had gone about that afternoon acting as though the only way they could survive trekking to the next city block was to supply each other with air through a long passionate kiss. They were giddy.
Now back at the apartment, bags unpacked and wine poured, he went over to his laptop. The lights were off but the glow of the city rushing through the windows in the living room was ambiance enough. Opening his computer he was blushed with the soft glow from the screen as he said, “let’s have a dance.”
They had a conversation earlier where she mentioned it used to be rare for a boy to talk to her at a school dance. She’d usually be too busy on the organizing committee punching tickets or sitting alone on a folding chair in the corner.
It was cheesy, but it worked. She took her fingertips off the window sill, turned her back on the skyline, and barely whispered out, “okay”.
He pressed play on a song he’d been saving for just this moment – for just this girl. As they slowly came together, touched, and held onto each other for dear life, the song played.
Place your hands on my face
Close my eyes and say
That love is a poor man’s food
The lyrics and music echoed from floor to ceiling throughout the empty room, and it passionately consumed them both as they moved ever so slightly in what was more of a swaying hug.
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold on forever
She closed her eyes and wished at some point they would end up like this again. It didn’t have to be in that apartment, in that city or even that country, she just knew she had to be in his arms. Her now irrepressible feelings were going to grow and they both knew even thousands of miles couldn’t keep them apart.
The next time they came together in such a melodic embrace (to that same tune reserved just for that girl) it wasn’t in an empty room, but one filled with the most important people in their lives. They were all there to witness a love that was sparked long before the first dance in front of them and hopefully far outliving the last.
Happy 2nd Anniversary John, I’m one lucky woman.