Forest Date

I was exhausted today. The few hours I slept last night was on the uncomfortable chair. I finally finished the assignment and took off early to take a bit of nap before 7pm. The sleep felt so good. I woke up by the rings of the phone which I didn't answer because it was already 7:05pm! It's so strange when someone else who has no idea what's happening at 7pm calls you up for no particular reason on their side but serves as a great help on a plane they wouldn't know on my side. Anyways, I wore my white warm coat, lit up a cigarette, and head out of house. No one was home, I guess they had left when I was sleeping. I apologized for being 10minutes late. I hope you forgave me alright because I didn't hear an answer. The strong smell of the cigarette and the bitter after taste brought my senses fully back. Walking journey to the forest was pleasant in the bearable coldness, below the grey sky, and above the fresh decolouring fall leaves. I held his hands in my pocket and walked. It was specially quiet and if it wasn't for the warm hands, I would have felt all alone. You slowed down the walk, and I suddenly realized how fast I was going. I like slow walks better as well, on days like this, but I never told you that, as if you already knew. A few droplets of tears formed in the corner of my eyes, making the front road blurry. I thought the tears can not be of sadness, they are of there because of presence, here, with you. Why are we here? What happened? What brought us here? Was it a child play? I feel the presence though, and it is breath-taking. Thanks for holding my hands. I smiled and you smiled, and I felt assured. We walked in silence on the beautiful road towards the forest. I suddenly thought of him. Maybe you read my mind, because you noticed it, and asked me what I was thinking of. I stared into his eyes in my heart, and graciously smiled by saying thank you. Do you feel offended? No, you said, as long as you tell me everything. I then held your hands stronger and said to myself, enough of this memory game, be here, and I was. I was fully there with you after. I asked you to look at the trees instead of me. They were just as pretty, if not prettier. In silence, we got to the forest. It was dark and there was no one there. I was scared to stay too long. I hugged you and listened to your heart beat. Beautiful. breath-takingly beautiful. Thanks for being here with me. Above our heads, there was a tree, yellowing in the face of season, except a few of the red leaves. I picked one to bring back home. You will get it soon. On the way back, I saw Bobby, this white little cute dog. I said hi to him and he panted back in extreme excitement, for seeing a familiar face, who knows his name. He kept jumping up and down on my legs, and not go with his owner. We played until he was tired and I left. On my way back, I thought of tomorrow and the remaining tasks. My mind was not the same as before. I am now calm and sleepy. I thank you for your time and presence. Kisses.