Sundays are for loved ones, only!!

Vases and Vases of peach, pink and yellow roses fill house and its air. A sweet smell from another sweetest of sweet days

She asked me if it was difficult, to be around him, like we do. Honestly, no. It's never difficult and always lovely. I think about this and realize when I'm with him I feel that he would never want to be anywhere else. A really simple feeling but satisfying and more than enough. We walked soaked with the storm following us and came across piles and piles of roses left from Columbia market for people to pick. I filled my arms with them. A snap shot was taken. The rain falling fast and hundreds of roses lying in my arms and him telling me his stories. How he had made me laugh in the coffee shop about his horror story and I was taken back to the beginning when he used to tell me stories and he used to laugh like that. I forgot how long it's been. It's as if I stopped being his friend and became a 'something else' and now I'm back there again, and there's nothing else I could possibly want.