Almost 700 days have passed since we met; cloudy chilly ones, beautiful sunny ones, or heavily rainy ones. We’ve celebrated one Christmas apart from each other, and another one together in a cold, dampy bed. In the meantime, we both had 2 birthdays; we had never had the chance to blow out your cakes’ candles. I’ve never learnt how to buy presents but I can cook omelettes on Sunday mornings, and even pancakes.
Sleeping on a single bed on my own is no longer comfortable. I always need an extra pillow to turn my back on and hug in the middle of the night. Luckily, it has no hot flashes; but also no arms and legs and a lovely face.
Now I’m thinking of horrible things ‘bout us. I think about more Christmas apart, more birthdays without presents, more single beds with extra pillows, and a life needing more omelettes, pancakes, Merry Christmases, hugs, kisses, pleasures, rains, clouds, stars and full of love.
So, would you like to be my extra pillow for more 700 days?
