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So I'm sitting here feeling a little guilty.
Heather is still an issue. I miss her. She was pretty damn amazing and I hope I find another woman in my life with half the qualities she had. The other day I had someone ask me to tell them some memories of her and the funniest thing came up. I simply said, "I love the way she snored."
Something so simple seems to stay with me now. Heather was just a little thing, but the sound that came out of her was that of a trucker. A very cute trucker. I remember waking some mornings to watch the sun hit her bare back while I stood in the window. I would just sit there and watch her chest rise and fall, and to me nothing could have been more perfect. The look of the light as it glistened off her tan skin was a vision I will hold forever...that something so little could encompass my mind like it does...*sigh*
It is funny what we remember about people and what we love. One person's annoyance is another's perfection. Things like snoring and snorting when one laughs can be endearing to the right ear especially when love is involved. I've never wanted to hear the sound again as much as I do now. Having to sit here and really think puts me in that place where I have to face the beauty that was there, embrace the things that were not perfect as stuff I can't change even when she was here, and that moving on is the one thing she would want for me. The thing I can be certain of is this: she would want me to know love like a mid-morning snore.
I'm curious. If you read this and feel up to it I would love to hear what is your "snoring" moment with someone you loved or love? What is that thing that only you get about them? Try to keep it clean and mature please. I'm sure we all have those moments and this would be a great chance to share. Have a great weekend all.
J...
1 comment:
for me it's carmen's expressions. i don't know how she does it, but whenever she looks at me, i just melt. (i hope if we have a girl she doesn't learn that till later).
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