Mi Amour

He is standing off in the distance admiring me. Even after so many years he still gets to me. I restrain from smiling, because I don’t want to make it that easy, and in the back of my mind I am wondering what keeps him interested. He gestures for me to walk along side of him; side by side as the sun begins to set. I hesitantly move towards his direction as he gives me his undivided attention. I can’t hold my crooked smile in anymore. He begins to act silly to break me out of this habit and even with everyone looking at him he doesn’t care. He never takes his eyes off of me. Little does he know that is one of the reasons I am drawn to him. Not the gifts he brings or the many places we traveled to together. It is his ability to keep a mind of his own no matter the setting. His attention is me and it shows beautifully. Nothing right now could kill this mood. As I draw near, he grabs my hand and playfully sings Maxwell’s This Woman’s Work. I can’t help but laugh while holding his hand tighter. He wins and he knows it, but he also knows I won’t admit it. I know moments can’t last forever but for once I wished time stood still.