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with an open basket full of food and a bottle of wine chilling in a bucket of ice next to two glasses. A bouquet of lilies sat in the center of it all. He had remembered what I had told him about my idea of the perfect first date. “Oh my goodness!” I felt a bit light headed from the rush of emotion and Stuart caught me in his arms as I began to lose my footing.
“Are you alright? Here, sit down.” He held me as I sat on the blanket.
“Yes, I’m fine. I forgot to eat today with the meeting and all that. I’ll be fine in a few minutes.” I couldn’t admit to him what was really happening. I didn’t want him to know how all of this was affecting me.
“Here, start with this while I fix our plates.” Stuart handed me a bunch of grapes wrapped in a napkin.
“Thank you. They look delicious.” I plucked one from its vine and tasted it. The sweetness of the fruit sat delicately on my palate. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the flavor while listening to the acoustics of our surroundings. The slight breeze echoed softly through the castle ruins and moved my hair across my face. When I opened my eyes, I saw the flame of the candles dance in the wind’s peacefulness.
Tucking my hair behind my ear, I watched Stuart as he prepared our meal. “You know, I haven’t thanked you for your hard work in setting all this up, so, thank you.” I grinned a comfortable smile as I spoke to him. I was surprised by how natural all this felt. My script flew right out the window as I told myself it was okay to just enjoy the moment as long as I found my way back to reality when it was over. I mentally left a trail of breadcrumbs to make sure I could find the path back to the truth of the real situation.
The two of us spent the remainder of the evening enjoying our picnic and each other’s company. When we finished eating, we packed up, and drove back to Stuart’s apartment. He carried my bag upstairs while I carried the picnic basket and blanket. He seemed to be the gentleman he had once promised me he was.
Once we put everything away, we curled up together on the couch and talked about art, music, and the differences between life in the States and Scotland. It was exactly like the time we had spent getting to know each other over the internet, except now, we relaxed in one another’s arms, and I felt his heartbeat against my back as his lips whispered over my ear.
Succumbing to the long day and the three bottles of wine we shared, Stuart fell into a deep slumber on the couch while we laid there listening to music. The velvety smoothness of his breathing began to lull me into sleep as well. Fighting the urge, I slowly stood up and reached for my laptop. I had to write in my blog while the emotions of today were fresh in my mind.
“Dear You,
Where are the scissors? Someone needs to cut the rope that my head and heart are using in this game of Tug of War. It’s not funny and it’s too hard of a decision for me to make in this emotional space. Help!!!
Do we ever receive the answers to our questions of, “Why?” Can we trust a path that has been forged through a darkened forest and is haunted by the painful ghosts of our pasts? Is the sunshine of today capable of breaking through the protective canopy of trees that surround us?
Yesterday’s miseries are slowly being washed away with the sentiments of today, but what does that leave for tomorrow? Is there anything to discover at the end of this rainbow, or will it simply fade into the Earth’s atmosphere?
So tonight, dear readers, I leave you with these questions…
Is there always light at the end of the tunnel, and if so, should you always walk toward it?
~ Amia”
CHAPTER SIX
“Good morning, Guapa.” I opened my eyes to see Stuart sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch. He had two cups of coffee in his hands and handed me one of them as I sat up.
“Good morning and thank
“Are you alright? Here, sit down.” He held me as I sat on the blanket.
“Yes, I’m fine. I forgot to eat today with the meeting and all that. I’ll be fine in a few minutes.” I couldn’t admit to him what was really happening. I didn’t want him to know how all of this was affecting me.
“Here, start with this while I fix our plates.” Stuart handed me a bunch of grapes wrapped in a napkin.
“Thank you. They look delicious.” I plucked one from its vine and tasted it. The sweetness of the fruit sat delicately on my palate. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the flavor while listening to the acoustics of our surroundings. The slight breeze echoed softly through the castle ruins and moved my hair across my face. When I opened my eyes, I saw the flame of the candles dance in the wind’s peacefulness.
Tucking my hair behind my ear, I watched Stuart as he prepared our meal. “You know, I haven’t thanked you for your hard work in setting all this up, so, thank you.” I grinned a comfortable smile as I spoke to him. I was surprised by how natural all this felt. My script flew right out the window as I told myself it was okay to just enjoy the moment as long as I found my way back to reality when it was over. I mentally left a trail of breadcrumbs to make sure I could find the path back to the truth of the real situation.
The two of us spent the remainder of the evening enjoying our picnic and each other’s company. When we finished eating, we packed up, and drove back to Stuart’s apartment. He carried my bag upstairs while I carried the picnic basket and blanket. He seemed to be the gentleman he had once promised me he was.
Once we put everything away, we curled up together on the couch and talked about art, music, and the differences between life in the States and Scotland. It was exactly like the time we had spent getting to know each other over the internet, except now, we relaxed in one another’s arms, and I felt his heartbeat against my back as his lips whispered over my ear.
Succumbing to the long day and the three bottles of wine we shared, Stuart fell into a deep slumber on the couch while we laid there listening to music. The velvety smoothness of his breathing began to lull me into sleep as well. Fighting the urge, I slowly stood up and reached for my laptop. I had to write in my blog while the emotions of today were fresh in my mind.
“Dear You,
Where are the scissors? Someone needs to cut the rope that my head and heart are using in this game of Tug of War. It’s not funny and it’s too hard of a decision for me to make in this emotional space. Help!!!
Do we ever receive the answers to our questions of, “Why?” Can we trust a path that has been forged through a darkened forest and is haunted by the painful ghosts of our pasts? Is the sunshine of today capable of breaking through the protective canopy of trees that surround us?
Yesterday’s miseries are slowly being washed away with the sentiments of today, but what does that leave for tomorrow? Is there anything to discover at the end of this rainbow, or will it simply fade into the Earth’s atmosphere?
So tonight, dear readers, I leave you with these questions…
Is there always light at the end of the tunnel, and if so, should you always walk toward it?
~ Amia”
CHAPTER SIX
“Good morning, Guapa.” I opened my eyes to see Stuart sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch. He had two cups of coffee in his hands and handed me one of them as I sat up.
“Good morning and thank
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