Just Another Glance

"The sky is a lovely deep purple. The moon's really large, about the size of my fist outstretched, immediately overhead - but it's a gibbous. Tomorrow is full moon. The wind is in the coconut trees on the right, and a bat just flew across the moon." He finished. "How big did you say the moon was?" she asked. "My fist outstretched," he answered. "Give me your fist," she asked. He placed his fist in her hands, and put his other arm around her, holding her close to himself. "It is rather large" she commented while holding his hand. She shifted a bit, in an effort to cuddle up to him. He started playing with her fingers, twiddling his own around her delicate ones. 1

As they sat there, her thoughts wandered away. She was reminded of the song "The winner takes it all" the words were swimming through her head- "I was in your arms... Thinking I belonged there" The only difference was that she did belong there- in his arms, his strong and loving arms. He was still fiddling with her fingers, holding on to her, not wanting to let go. As she thought of him, she suddenly came to the realization that in her mind, her husband was faceless. How could she let that remain? She turned to look at him (though she couldn't) and said, "Can I see you?"2

He stared back into those amber eyes, and hoped that his bewilderment at her question did not show in his voice as he said, "Certainly, Sweetheart."3

She placed her hands on him and slowly started feeling her way over his face. He closed his eyes, wanting only to feel her soft hands and her delicate fingers move slowly across his face... He wanted to savour every single one of those precious moments, without skipping even the smallest fraction of a second. Not only did he feel her fingers, he also felt her love through them, and her strength. He also felt her fingers strengthening him, and his ever- increasing love for her... but that didn't explain his tears... why were his eyes being filled with them? He felt no sorrow, nor were they tears of joy... what were they? Not wanting her to feel them, he tried to blink them away. He tried desperately, but failed miserably. In the end, he gave up. Lowering his lids, he allowed his emotions to overflow as tears in his eyes. As they rolled down his cheeks, she felt them. A clear image of her husband was slowly and steadily being formed in her mind. She wiped his tears and continued on her endeavour. Her hand came close to his mouth, and he kissed it, to show her that those were tears of love... (Was there such a thing?) For a while, her hand rested upon a place behind his jaw. "Any moles?" she asked. "There's one exactly where your hand is" came his reply. Her hands moved to his eyes, still moist. 4

"What colour are your eyes?"5

"What colour do you think they are?"6

"Well, I think dark eyes would suit your features- what colour are they?"7

"Good guess. They're really dark; you could mistake them for black. But they're actually deep brown; to contrast yours... did you know how lovely your amber eyes are? So beautiful they could hypnotize anyone who looked at them" he said. "Pity they're useless..." she replied. "Useless? I'm not so sure about that. They enhance your beauty... And you control them so well- always manage to focus them on the eyes of the person you're speaking to... I suppose that comes out of practise? (She nodded) Dearest... can you do me a favour?"8

"Your wish is my command" came her reply.9

"See me again, sweetheart..."10

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