Saturday Morning...

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The sun was doing dances in the water puddles that collected on the ground outside from last night's storm. You tell me to watch out and slowly nudge my body away from anything that doesn’t look right as we walk hand in hand on this early, cold, Saturday morning. I can hear the wind talking as it kisses my pale-yellow toned skin. “He’s the one......” I smile to myself. Because every time we’re alone I can hear every part of the universe screaming all of the things that I already know to be true. The wind talks, the trees talk, and me and nature have conversations with each other as you are in my presence. It wants me to know that I am safe. That I am home. I bet you wonder why sometimes it seems like I’ve checked out. Because I am listening to the world around me tell me that you are the soul that was hand-picked for me by the Most-High.  
We reach our destination for the morning, the little Coffee & Tea House at the end of the street that is owned by a couple who always dreamed of having their own business together. They already know our names because we’ve been here every Saturday morning since they opened. It’s a literal house at the end of the street that they turned into their own. There are beautiful flowers in the garden before you get to the door that is always opened during business hours. A chalkboard sign sits on the porch that reads their specials every day. “Two large house coffee and house muffins for eight dollars.” Wind chimes are singing to us as we approach and it is a very peaceful and serene place. As we walk in, the smell of coffee, teas, and fresh baked pastries fill the air.  
Grab our favorite table by the window baby, you say.  
I take my seat as I look outside and embrace the view of the cardinals having their breakfast in the bird feeders that hang from the oak tree that sits on the property.  
Why do I do this when I am with you? The moments that we spend together I soak in everything as if it is my last time that I will experience it. I love it, but at the same time, it is scary. What does that mean?  
Just as I am about to get into a really long anxiety driven daydream of everything that can go wrong, you brush by with our coffees and muffins.  
Hey, beautiful, what you over here thinking about?  
I just smile and shake my head. Brushing off the eerie feeling of things going wrong that I just gave myself.  
Most of the time when we are here, we just sit and enjoy each other’s company. We people watch. We listen to the sounds going on around us. It is something that we find peaceful. Sometimes not talking, can say a lot. I watch your body language as the warm coffee enters your body. I watch the way you sign heavily as you’re eating your pastry because it’s so good. I watch the way you look up at me after you’ve taken a few bites and bring yourself back into existence to look at me and make sure I’m okay. You give me a look of validation every time your eyes meet mine. Your eyes baby, they always let me know how much I am loved just by the stare you give me. My heart fills with warmth every time you look my way. Sometimes I look down with shyness when you look at me because the little girl in me still gets nervous just as I did the very first time you uttered words in my direction.  
We slowly enjoyed our food and coffee, and headed out the door back to our beautiful home that we built together from the ground up. 
Just as we hit the corner, you tell me that you forgot the keys at the table. You kiss my forehead lightly and jog back to the little Coffee & Tea house so that you don’t leave me unattended for too long.  
I look up and see a plane in the sky that’s leaving trails among the clouds as it passes. It’s extremely low and loud because there is a nearby landing strip just a few miles away. It’s so loud, that I was not able to hear the black Mustang that was zooming down the street going 80 mph for whatever reason. Everything happened so fast, and just as I look down from the sky admiring the plane, my body is thrown at least 50 feet across the cold, hard, wet, concrete. Screeching sounds fill the air and a hard crash. I’m not sure what the car hit after it hit me. I lay on the ground unable to get words to escape, I raise my hands and see blood. I can’t feel my legs. The last thing I see before going blank, is you, running towards me with a look of terror on your face.  


​To Be Continued...