eclecticmuses March
'You are the Moon' - The Hush Sound
Greg and I used to watch the leaves change in the fall. It was one of the little things he did for me - the many, many little things that meant so much. A lot of people wrote him off as a complete failure when it came to romance, but he had his moments. He showed them to me, of course, and I kept the secret. It was the way he preferred it.
A time I remember the most was a cool October, when he was later than I had been coming home from the office. Before his infarction, of course, long before that had ever been an issue. He came to the bedroom and I was there, the window open with my attention fastened elsewhere. It was a normal song and dance for us, and he shrugged out of his coat before coming to my side. He never sat on one side more than the other - normalcy and routine were overrated - but my skin warmed to his touch and I felt his fingers slide beneath the shirt on my side, tugging it from the blazer and stroking the skin beneath.
He loved to do this and I loved to be there with him, when things were more simple than they could ever be again. The memories were sweet but the pain was sweeter sometimes, in a bitterness that I could still taste on my tongue.
And I'm not sorry we couldn't go back. I'm just sorry we had to go at all.