I would, if I could, have it surrounding me all the time. What? The smell of that pillow, clean sheets and no crumbs. Not any pillow, clean sheets and no crumbs, but THAT pillow, clean sheets and no crumbs.
I would, if I could, have the scent of fresh coffee, toasted bread and melted butter surrounding me all day long. If I can? No, I can’t. I’m not talking about any scent of fresh coffee, toasted bread and melted butter, but THAT fresh coffee, toasted bread and melted butter.
I would, if I could, bring along wherever I go, the sound of that voice, whispering in my ears, the sound of that breath while sleeping and the poker up face. Not any voice, breath or poker up. But THAT voice, breath and poker up.
Chips and salsa, east village, Peanut and now Butters, closet space, shoes all over. Bunches of hair, trying new recipes, groceries on Sundays, lots of loads of laundry, spoiled girl, Chinese food, Chinese food.
Little rats in the morning, craziness cleaning, scrubbing crumbles on bed, carpet, computer. Coffee, eggs and bacon, movies never finished, games, games and games. Folded panties, brand new bra, incredible portions of food, hidden caramels for desert, cry babe, winy girlfriend , “I love u” mugs.
Sliced potatoes on feet, lozenges wraps all over the place, baby wipes, lots of deserved things never used, big rolls on the hair. Books never read, junk on the corners, savings for new things and fancy food at least once a month, high heels, flip flops, flip flops, rain boots . Woot! T-shits, and again, and again.
Diner at Mike a life saver thing, tiramisu because we deserved, Spongebob and the best day ever,blanked, sheets, tv…, shoveling snow, ice already step many times. Turns to see firefighters, half gallon of milk, rock-scissors- paper for bakery trips.
Last salsa on the pot, lots of veggies on the plate, a worldwide cuisine in Ridgewood, seasons, seasons and seasons. Avocado trees that never grows, chilies that never die, friends who never come over, love that never lie, colorful hats, scarf, hot tubs, ships, fish, fish, baked fish, fried fish, mussels , “caipirinha”, mojitos, stolen chop-sticks .
Shower fights for hot water, space to brush teeth, bunches faces, deep sorrow and pain, poor little sheep, Disney songs, Disney songs, Disney songs, musicals, 525.600 minutes, spring awakening, winter awakening, fall, summer, summer, summer, days off, days on, no money, special money.
Church Sunday morning, no church at all, laziness, couch/bed, drunken friends. People over, we over, we all over, weekends off, birthdays, parties, birthdays, kids. Morning kisses, early school, proud, care, love, and love and more love. Christmas, Thanksgiving, deserved presents, and although not deserved, more presents, decoration, cushions, patterns, curtains.
Associates X whole food, whole food, brownies, lunches, glasses. Subway sits, water taxi trips, IKEA dream, IKEA dream… Homedepot trips, union square, mom, dad, brothers in common, countries, war, the city that never sleeps. Sleeping.
Life, short, long, wide, narrow, flowers in the bathroom, plants…pots…dirty…and food, kitchen, tools. Apartments, dreams, basements, dreams, rents, dreams, trips, dreams, arguments, dreams, hugs, dreams, games, dreams…
Lives that crossed and are tangled forever. Arms that are in need of each other and pray for it to happen, dependable honey cheeks…
And think that all would finish in a chair. Not any chair, but THAT chair. THAT one I thought I could live without, ahhh if I could…but I can’t. And even if I could, in that case, I wouldn’t.
Thank you Darko for being part of the most wonderful time of my life. You taught me how to be myself with no shame, and how to stand up for my believes with proud . I hope a bunch more of this couple years come for us and may I make you as happy as you make me. We fit, belong and should be together. May God look for us and lead us into this path of blessings together. I love you with all my heart, and will never forget anything you’ve had done, and have been doing for and with me. The light of my darkness, the air of my lungs, the chubbiest ever, you are, and forever will be, my unique BABY BUNCHES.
