I woke up today like any ordinary day. The sun’s rays seeping through the window glass providing a little bit of warmth. The smell of freshly brewed coffee permeated the room as I sat on a familiar old chair near the dining table. I hear only silence in the vicinity and my pet dog wagging its tail just from seeing me. I picked up an old book, its pages felt old and coarse as my fingers made contact. I read through its pages as I take a sip from my morning coffee. The coffee was creamy and I can taste the condense milk that I put in it. Its taste was comforting like a thick blanket on a cold night. The book tells the story of a man and woman who fell in love with each other at the wrong time and how desperately fought to be with each other.
It made me think, when is the last time I fell in love with someone like that. When is the last time a girl fell in love with me as well. I would like to say words of love to a girl again. Words that I want her to know like, “You and I belong with each other. I was meant to give you all the love that I have. I was meant to take care of you for all of your days. I was meant to make you smile as we get older. I know this because your lips fit perfectly into mine, you hands fit perfectly into mine, and your body fits perfectly inside my arms. It is selfish of me to say, I want to love you in every way I know of. No other pleasure in this world is as satisfying as loving you in all of my days.”
Perhaps one day I will say those words to a girl. Maybe I do not have to. Maybe one day, I will wake up in a big bed, roll over to the side, I will find her there. I will intertwine our fingers together, wrap my arms around her body, and give her a kiss on the back of her shoulder. She will know that I feel all those things for her without saying them, just because she knows that she is the only woman I want to spend the rest of my nights with.