The scent of old books and aged paper filled the room as the morning rays of the sun penetrated through the glass windows. I stood in an empty room, with tiny dust particles dancing in the air, illuminated and can only be seen because of the morning light. At my feet were linoleum floors that seemed to have been cleaned just a few hours ago. There were paintings on the top walls, old as the books that surrounded me, and an old chandelier hanging by the ceiling, dangling on top of me. On the background, I could hear an old radio, playing an old love song, the sound was intermittent with a few buzzing sounds distorting the song but I could understand the lyrics just the same.
“Are you ready to go?” She asked.
My wife entered the room, with a plain white dress that accentuated her figure, her hair done in perfection, as she walked gracefully towards me. She was as beautiful as the day I laid my eyes on her. My hands moved on its own, holding her gently, as an indescribable feeling of wanting to dance with a beautiful woman who I have loved for all of my life, dominated my whole entire being.
All alone, we danced for a whole 15 seconds, but to me seemed like a happy eternity, as the song in the radio ended and replaced by a foreign tune. I think we were lucky that we found each other when we were young, and as time passed by, our love for each other just grew more and more. There were hard times and tough times, but the feeling of wanting to help each other and be with each other through those times kept us going. I want to believe we were one of those happily ever afters in fairy tales that was fated to happen. I wish everyone could experience such a relationship but I knew that we were lucky, because I know that even if the world gets crazy, and we live in difficult times, we will continue loving each other through it all.