Nameless evening

It was a murky Friday afternoon; the atmosphere around me seemed bleary. The city of Toronto seemed to be in chaos; everyone wanted to get home. Walking home was usually a great idea but today the mood I was in actually matched the weather, gloomy. I decided to walk by the harbor front, surrounded by sailboats that were all parked at their docks, the water seemed a bit angry, my emotional feelings were struggling to stay intact, with its dark green color lashing out against the walkway as I turned to sit on a nearby bench. As the thoughts slowly came in... I allowed my eyes to close gently as the glorious memories of yesterdays filled my mind.1

Sensing the happiness within the house was the first thing I woke up to that bright sunny morning, with all its glory the air was filled with scent of freshness, with the tender wind blowing through my window I yawned lazily and stretched on my bed. Turning on my side I saw him there with his eyes shut close, I knew that time hadn’t made me invulnerable to the perfection of his face and I also knew that I would never take him for granted. 2

My eyes travelled over his features, the square shape of his jaw, the stuble of the new growth of hair on his jawline, and the soft curve of his lips, which was parted slightly as he snored lightly. My eyes travelled again back to his eyes, which was still closed but I knew that if they were to open and I looked into them I would lose myself as I always do. They were usually wide, warm when they look at me, warm with a liquid gold when sunlight shines unto them. Staring into his eyes always made me feel astonishing, my stomach would usually be filled with butterflies; my heart would skip a beat or two and I swear that I would sometimes forget how to breathe. 3

He was very hardworking being, struggling to manage going to full time college, working, family and then making time for me, its so admiring. It makes me happy just knowing that he tries so hard. His hands are sometimes a bit rough but when he holds my hand in his I sense all his being, his triumphs, his happiness, sadness all in one sense. His personality is serene just like him, calm and peaceful and aurora of tranquility seeps out from him calming me also.4

Arguing with him was one of the most frustrating a person can ever go through, going for long walks usually takes that feeling away. Just as I got up the clouds burst violently open and all of heaven came rushing down in solid sheets, within seconds I was soaked through and shivering. The rain poured of every leaf and branch as I hurried my steps trying to find shelter within the dark city.5