Her Favourite Things: 10 Years of Separation

It was booked, and she sat in that cabin with other 400 and so people heading to the same and yet different destination.

Her destination was him, his thoughts, his green eyes, his arms, and quiet cynical voice.

She was agitated, reaching the point of eruption with her confused emotions.  It has been 10 years since they last said good bye.  Ten years since she last witnessed his saddened face from behind her tears, as he ran after the bus that carried her away.

She landed, went through customs, and ran that long corridor leading to the waiting area. She reached it and stopped “Would he recognize me? Would I recognize him? Are we still the same? Can we understand each other? Will he be there, waiting for me?”…

There were so many people waiting for their loved ones to exit the gate.

Then she glimpsed him, standing tall, looking straight at her with that same quiet smile.

They ran to each other along the line, separated by the crowd, with their eyes not seeing anyone else.

They hugged, and it was the same. They laughed and it was the same, they joked and it was the same.

Meeting him again, is still one of her favourite things.

Her favourite Things: The Touch of a Snowflake

It was after midnight, her shivering kept her awake. She was cold.  She kept staring at the window with the pulled back curtains.  It was interesting to see how the sky's colour changed to a shade of indigo, and suddenly she realized… It was snowing.

It was her first time seeing snow falling.  She couldn’t hold the happiness that devoured her shivering body and she just grabbed her coat and red hat… Opened the door quietly, avoiding waking up the neighbours, and ran into the small shared garden.

Then she stood still as one of the snow flakes settled on her cold nose, then her lips… She felt them landing and melting… She loved them.

It was her bare toes that begged and demanded the warmth of an indulging pair of socks and she had to oblige.

It was a warm memory, and one of her favourite things…

Her Favourite Things: Romance ii

She heard it coming from a happy crowd, silencing everyone commanding attention.  It was a plea of love, a whisper of uncertainty, and a loving laughter.

A story was told in that starry of a night, a forgiving sound reproaching with love wondering why it was left behind?!!

Then comes the joyful laughter, the heartfelt loud whisper of being in the warmth of a loved one.

That was what she heard when she first had the pleasure of listening to Romance ii. It is her favourite of Beethoven’s; it is her favourite of all.

Her Favourite Things: A Small Little Kiss

She was asked to describe her favourite things... They were many, so decided to write about them in many thoughts... This is the first one...

Little kisses are so cute, they come in a sudden quietness, without a demand, or a reason... They're simply the most wonderful of loving emotions...

Like the quick kiss on the forehead in the morning... When she is awake but covering her face from the worm sunlight spreading all over the room.  It is that kiss of sunshine that brightens the day...

Then comes the small little kiss that she surprises her parents with, they moan and laugh, but she knows they love it.

Then her small kitten, when he likes to drink water by licking her hand... and suddenly he just turns with his wet whiskers and small pink nose, extending his little neck to give her that kiss on the cheek (always when she is not looking)... The most truthful of love.

He read these notes, and asked "how about me?"

she quietly looked at him and pointed behind her ear and said "A small kiss here, it is a whisper of a kiss, like my perfume on my skin, you will whisper with your breathing as you think everyone can hear the echo of that small little kiss. so my favourite is a kiss in here behind my ear, near my hair, and so close to me..."