Days With You (standard:other, 514 words)
Author: DAVID TUMUSIIME	Added: Jan 14 2009	Views/Reads: 2956/3	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
About to leave his girlfriend and former life, he receives a day from her that alters his outlook.

I thought I knew what I was doing but you have no idea what that last
weekend together in the gardens did to me, did for me. I have known 
many perfect moments. I have been a hunter for them. But I never 
expected a perfect day like the day you gave to me. Before I left, when 
I was not sure if I would be able to come back, and though you did not 
say you knew, the day you gave me made feel like somehow you too 
understood the chances I was taking and the odds I was going to go up 
against. 

I did not tell you I was afraid. Right up until the day I left, I'm
quite sure I showed no weakness. I know you hated it but I would not 
talk about it. I would not let you ask what you wanted to ask the most, 
question though was in your eyes all the time, and I could see it when 
you were folding my shirts, instructing me what I would have to do to 
make sure that they would not look so creased when I got to them wear 
them, you were so sure I would not bother to try and find somewhere to 
iron them. There would be no dobbis where I was going. Leaving the next 
day, a week day, I had a day at home to myself I did not want to spend 
at home so when you had left in the morning, I also left for the 
gardens, to look at the lake once more, sure in my aloneness, planning 
for the loneliness to come, and the madness of what I was going to do 
and would have to do and whose dangers I had minimized so you would all 
let me go, because I knew I would have to go. It was just something I 
do. 

You will never know the welling in my heart when looking over my
shoulder, I saw you coming along the path to where I was seated, in 
those blue jeans I loved on you, and the blue jumper with pink puffs I 
gave you. Doing something I had never thought you would ever do because 
I knew you, I thought, as well as you knew me- “I asked for a day off,” 
right in the middle of the busiest season at your office, which you 
loved so much, to spend this day with me. 

I wanted to say thank you for our last weekend and then coming back
Monday to spend another day with me. Thank you for rice sorting jokes 
in the evening dark with no electricity, seated on the carpet in the 
doorway. Thank you for that silly chicken dance to my phone ringtone. 
What you said after we watched that ridiculous Jennifer Love 
Hewitt-Peter Nicholls If Only movie. The blue tee-shirt. Not minding 
about your lip gloss. Thank you for the gift of you and our weekend. A 
whiter shade of pale by Annie Lennox. I knew I would be coming back 
then. 


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