a dance?

Twenty - Three - Renee

Twenty Three - Renee

Have you ever wished for a form of magic?

The kind that uplifts you when you're on a long journey, the kind that weaves through you like embroidery, the kind that brings a beautiful soul along the same path. I look at the magic standing in front of me. I like how we click like wind chimes once a door opens. You would always find them clicking against one another because the wind never stops.

I get this sense of familiarity when I am around the trees and the flowers. Like I have been here before, or someplace similar to this. I feel serene, as I am lying on the grass next to him. My eyes count the clouds above me. Valerio's hands are above his head, lying down and sighing. He's my form of magic I wished for.

"How do you know when you're in love?" His sudden question makes my eyes widen then soften. I turn to look at him. His position changed from lying on his back to lying on his side, with his elbow lightly touching the grass. His eyes flutter and I get a small glimpse of the same eyelashes but in a different place. I blink once more and turn to the same position as Valerio.

I play with the grass and glance up at him. "You just know when you're in love," I say, trying not to blush. He tugs a strand of hair behind my ear. "Now I know." He whispers like the breeze. I fall back on the grass and sigh deeply. He's still resting on his elbow. "Tell me something I don't know?" I ask. "I want to tell you about the sun," He says, still whispering. I want to hear more, "What about the sun?" I am whispering along. "The sun is a bright ball of flame that gives more than it takes." His voice breezing through my ears. I am witnessing a different side of Valerio, and I love how he's full of surprises. "Mhm," I say, turning again, but this time resting on my stomach.

"I feel like I want to give back to the sun," He says, his free hand ruffling through my hair. "What would you like to give to the sun?" I ask, my eyes filled with wonder, as I look at him. His hand comes down to my cheek, caressing it slowly - "The moon." His response makes me stop playing with the grass and look affectionately at the universe's magic. "So poetic," I say, making him smile. "I am serious-" He takes his hand off my cheek and lies back down. "Oh! I see," I playfully tease him, bringing myself closer to him so I lie on his chest with my chin placed on my arms, which are lying on his chest. "And how are you going to do this hm?" I continue.

"Now that I think about it, I already have." He says, looking right at my eyes. Then, his eyes glance up, as I follow his motions and look up at the sky. A pink and blue haze takes over the heavens. I don't look too far ahead or my neck is going to snap. It's like Rio read my mind, and motioned me to stand. We sit up and turn around only to see the sun setting on the horizon. It looks so ethereal like it's shift got over. Around the corner I can see a faint light shining, the colors becoming darker and darker. "Rio! Look! It's the moon!" I pat his thigh, as my free hand points at the small crescent. "There it is!" He smiles. His face lights up when he says "You're my moon and I am your sun- no matter what, we both always share light to our worlds." My face lights up too, as I lean on his shoulder. "You make my world a better place Rio," I confess- allowing Rio to take on my hand and hold it tightly.

We watch the sunset in silence, my head not leaving his shoulder and his hand not leaving my hand. The universe gave me greater magic than I wished for. I am glad it's him.

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We are strolling around the pathways of the park, my hand is holding onto his; both of them swinging as we walk. "These flowers are really pretty," I say, glancing at Rio. I stop in my tracks, he's still looking at me. "Is everything okay?" I caress his hand with my thumb. The street lights switch on one by one. I have a clear look at Rio, his eyes make me fall into a puddle of love. His voice starts on a melody, a melody I have heard before- the words that follow make my eyes widen. "You're my flower gal, my cherry on top." His voice brings me back to the day he practiced in his room. The cottage. It was him!