~La Vie En Rose~

It was Enough

Every Saturday morning you could hear them, them as in the man and his wife. Beautiful melodies of music played throughout their small two bedroom apartment. Just by hearing the way that they played you would think that their lives were perfect. The man worked all week as a hotel laundry man while the woman was a stay at home mom tending to their two small children. Even though catty comments were received day after day from those who looked down upon him the tired man managed to maintain his smile for those who smile for him. The woman worked hard to keep up with the energy of her children because she held them dear to her heart. Their aspirations were put on hold due to the ever changing path called life, but regret was the last thing that was written on their hearts and minds. Although their lives were not all that great they had Saturday. They had the moments where they could be together, they had the love that most families lack.

Every Saturday morning the man would wake up and cook for his family while the woman would set up their instruments. Still in their pajamas the man and the woman would pick up their beautiful wooden instruments and play. As they played the two children would listen while coloring with joyous smiles. The music they played became enchanting and filled with melancholy winding into the hearts of all who've heard. The music flowing throughout the walls seemed to be telling a story. The man and the woman played the song that told the story of the curious boy and the free willed girl.

Every Saturday morning the boy would play out loud on his instrument for all to hear. He played to see if anyone would hear the true core of his song. Throughout his song he left hints to show how lonely he truly was. He longed for a companion, someone who can understand his struggle. One of these Saturday mornings the girl was out and about when she heard the music of the boy. To the girl the song was interesting, although there were playful parts the song held something deeper. Something addictive and laced with a dreadful sense of longing. The girl understood the boy's song. The girl came from a home where her free willed nature wasn't acceptable. She wanted someone who understood what it was like to be lonely and what it was like to want more than the simple life. So the girl joined the boy and lamented to him her song. As the years went on every Saturday the girl and the boy played their song. Even when they were young the boy and the girl understood what was really enough in life. Now that they were a man and a woman they realized even further that what they had together, It was Enough.