Time seem to have slowed down just for me and him. It’s been nearly two short weeks since we’ve made the big move and started this incredible journey. We started off 2014 in a new place. A place, I now, can call home for an indefinite amount of time. This still feel very much like a dream right now. I’m just waiting for someone to come pinch me and wake me up from this wonderful place. I can’t describe the amount of joy I have to go to bed with him by my side each night and waking up in the comfort of his arm every morning.
I, especially, love the mornings when he doesn’t have to go in to work. We would lay there in the wee hours of the morning when the whole town is still quiet, me wrapped against his chest, with our legs tangled in each others’ warmth. All I would wish for is to be frozen in that moment forever.
Everything seems almost perfect. Yet, I still have this slight tinge of sadness that things have yet to be back to how they used to be. The way he looks at me, the things he says, the way he embraces me. They’re just not how I used to remember them and I don’t know what more I can do to make it better.
“It’s that time and that place and that song, and you remember what it was like when you were in that place. And then you listen to that song, and you know you’re not in that place anymore, and it makes you feel hollow. You can’t just go find that stuff again.”