Love of My Life

It has been five years since I last saw him. He asked me to do the same knot. My hands were shaking a bit, so it took me five minutes to do it. I opened the small closet and searched for the flowery dress. It was still there and fitted me perfectly. One last control in the huge mirror. I had to be flawless.   

I locked the door quickly and set off. Butterflies in my stomach. They’ve been sleeping for so long. I wanted to slow down my steps. I felt like I’m not ready for this. Exciting and scary at the same time.   

The meadow was a colorful palette of red, yellow, pink, and green. We used to walk hand in hand there, trying to escape from the harsh reality. As I was striding among those strong scents, I noticed something on the top. My heart was beating like a drum. He was sitting on the same old bench, under the cherry blossoms. We had our first kiss on that shaky bench. It was a beautiful, shiny April day.   

“Hello, Sam,” I said with a gruff voice.   

He got up from the old bench and hugged me tight. I could feel his heartbeat through his wide chest. The love you have for a person can’t change, even if you spend some time apart. You can easily set fire if there are enough cinders to it.  

My life was empty without his beautiful smile and soft touch.  

“You know, I was half without you,” he said with a little teardrop running down on his cheek.  

I wanted to tell him that I still love him, but words were unnecessary there. He ran his fingers through my long waves and kissed me slowly. The butterflies were dancing wildly in my stomach.  

“Do you remember our first kiss?” I asked him curiously.  

He looked up with those beautiful green eyes. 

“Of course, we had it under these pink cherry blossoms,” he whispered.