I will never tire of the smell of mint
I'm sitting here with a cup of mint tea, wearing the prettiest dress I own. This dress is a very tangible memory of a time that seems so long ago and yet so far away (how many times haven't we heard that one?). It's the memory of what was possibly the most romantic two weeks of my life.
This dress was bought for my by a man who seemed to be very fond of me. With no doubt, no one before or since has treated me with more love and more like a woman than he did. He was a gentleman in everyway and I really liked being with him. To say it was a vacation flirt would be... telling the truth, actually. But it was two of the most love-filled weeks of my life and I can't really say I regret them. I lost things and I gained things and all in all, it was worth it. So very worth it.
I remember going to a seafood restaurant. We went there on motorbike, which was a thrill since the speedlimit was non-existant and the drivers were locals. Even though I'm not all too big on seafood, it was an experience just being there, with a table on the beach, watching the city lights on the other side of the bay and having a wonderful time with this man. We talked a bunch about the future, our possible future and it all sounded great.
In the end, I left to go home and things turned out the way they did, but everything was (and still is) fine. I just find myself wishing, ever so often, that I could thank him. Because he did a lot for me that I thought no one ever would, still think no one else ever will, and he showed me that even I can be loved. I know where to find him, I just don't know how I would word myself. But he made me feel worthwhile, and for that I thank him.
This dress was bought for my by a man who seemed to be very fond of me. With no doubt, no one before or since has treated me with more love and more like a woman than he did. He was a gentleman in everyway and I really liked being with him. To say it was a vacation flirt would be... telling the truth, actually. But it was two of the most love-filled weeks of my life and I can't really say I regret them. I lost things and I gained things and all in all, it was worth it. So very worth it.
I remember going to a seafood restaurant. We went there on motorbike, which was a thrill since the speedlimit was non-existant and the drivers were locals. Even though I'm not all too big on seafood, it was an experience just being there, with a table on the beach, watching the city lights on the other side of the bay and having a wonderful time with this man. We talked a bunch about the future, our possible future and it all sounded great.
In the end, I left to go home and things turned out the way they did, but everything was (and still is) fine. I just find myself wishing, ever so often, that I could thank him. Because he did a lot for me that I thought no one ever would, still think no one else ever will, and he showed me that even I can be loved. I know where to find him, I just don't know how I would word myself. But he made me feel worthwhile, and for that I thank him.