Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Louder than words

    "You told me it'd change. You told me things would be different; that they would be better."
    "They are changing. Things like these take time. And things are different; we've come so far from when we first began."
    "Remind me that you love me and I'll stay. Remind me how much you love me, and I'll be able to stay. I can only do this with you and I need to know that you think we're still worth it like I do."
    "I love you. I love you so very, very much."

There is a moment of pause as he watches her silently crying eyes search his. Without another word, she woundedly turns and leaves, the door closing softly behind her before locking with an audible click.

Two mornings later, she sleeplessly arrives at her job. There are eight messages waiting for her in her voice mail, each one a different love song they shared between them. Every hour of her working day a messenger arrives bearing a single red rose. Emails crowd her inbox; notes of love, of memories, of photos. A letter arrives addressed to her nickname, and signed by his.

When she returns home at the end of the day, she finds the hallway dark, but candles are lit. She follows their glow and the strains of yet another love song into the next room where she falls back into the arms of her love. He catches her and dances her to their song, holding her closely and placing a kiss amongst her hair.

    "I meant to show you."
    "I love you too."

Reminded, she stays; he never again lets her forget.
...

Not yet late for work, she barrels down the stairs to make sure it stays that way. She bursts into the bathroom and finds her contact lenses on the shelf above the sink, where she had left them last night. She also finds two extra sets of contacts and a toothbrush. Her whole morning rush slows to a halt in that moment as, caught off guard, she pauses to savour it. It takes a few more minutes before she is finally ready to leave the house, as reminiscently reluctant as the morning before.

...

"Feels Like Home" - Chantal Kreviazuk

Somethin' in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself
Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms
There's somethin' in your voice, makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life

If you knew how lonely my life has been
And how long I've been so alone
And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you've done

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

A window breaks, down a long, dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But I'm alright, 'cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see, through the dark there is light

Well, if you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I've waited for your touch
And if you knew how happy you are making me
I never thought that I'd love anyone so much

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way the back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I went "home" last night, and found it weird that I had Guinness on tap. Whoops... wrong home...

melody said...

hahahaha...that's awesome.

Anonymous said...

You'll know what I mean when you come here. Then you can drunk dial all your friends back home too. And when you're huggin' the porcelain bowl, tell me, does "it feel like I'm all the way back where I belong"?

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