My soulmate back in 1943

My soulmate back in 1960

"So what do you you seek , what does your soul deeply desires, what will make you fulfilled , spread a warm shining feeling that would crawl in the deepest part of your heart stopping you from crying ever again ? "he asked .
I looked at him , a blank expression on my eyes not really matching the faint playful smile that was lingering on my lips . I sighed , deep in thought . My mind instantly drew every inch of my imagination to a person . An answer probably everyone would give . But can one single person be the only reason you want to wake up in the morning ?

I didn't want to lie to him , give him a quick fake answer and get over with it just yet . I tried hard to think of something alternative . Inside my brain a chaos of colours , senses and memories altogether where trying to form a satisfying example for the man that stood next to me at the pub.
He was observing my side profile , that wicked smile never leaving his face but it dint bother me at all . It was full of life and I would dare to say childlike , full of innocence and a background that hid some kind of intellectual thoughts . I felt relaxed , I felt like I was at my safe place and I felt like I should prove to him that I can be intellectual too .
I finally grinned confidently:"My grandmothers old cottage back in Cookham ". I glanced happily that I was able to answer that intriguing question satisfyingly .
"What about it ?" He crossed his legs remembering his beer for a moment . He took it in his hands and abstractly looked outside the empty dark road through the window , meaning that now I was the one that was too focused on the conversation.
I smiled again . "Those sensations I felt at that place were memorable really . The simplicity of each piece of landscape my eye would catch now and then , or when I was in my bed there and I would glance outside the window not a worry in my mind . Just that warm yellow colour surrounding me everywhere also secluding me from what I was normally accustomed to which in that case would be the dull reality I lived and still live every darn day ".
I remained silent for a moment and frowned . Of course there had to be more . I rearranged my posture and sat better on the seat . " But all those evenings in my grandmothers balcony , where my hair was soaked wet from swimming down at the lake all day , and when me my friends and my cousins shared our thoughts sitting by the balcony ,  just made me realise how I need to live in a different world you know ? That's why I get those random stings of nostalgia . Because it wasn't the summer routine everyone is excited about . It's about that happiness existing deep in your soul from all those vibrant colours , smells and soft touches that reveal the actual  environment your soul wants to live in . " I went on . "I think each individual in this world has lived for a small or longer period of time there . They may even have glanced at it for a few moments while travelling ....their own small perfect but
simple world . I believe that when they are at it or at least reminisce the warm feelings it gave them , they understand who they really are and the soul feels happier ... peaceful you know ?"

His smile grew . And I actually felt glee . I then immediately started wondering when exactly did things escalate to the point where making this man impressed was my concern toning . He then again held his beer close but refused to drink it . What a strange man . He laughed looking down . "I like the way you explain things " he simply just said . I would easily admit that I expected more .
"Simplicity " I remembered my pulse rising .
I slightly frowned but inside I was fully flustered . "And what is that supposed to mean exactly ?" I challenged  trying not lose my composure .
He held his face placing both of his hands on the counter , looking directly into my eyes and I naturally felt myself getting a bit closer . If my friends ever witnessed the situation they wouldn't believe their eyes . I don't feel proud saying that it is quite a discomfort for me to feel ... attracted to another person . I just never imagine myself willing to spend time and be affectionate with someone because it simply doesn't wake anything inside of me , and of course that has caused my parents and friends to be worried for me and my well being . Quite infuriating although I don't exactly disagree with them .
"The way you think , I like it "he said . "You are a smart woman but yet you are also cautious and somehow afraid ".
I dazed off at that single moment not being able to identify if he was serious or not . "What a shame " he said sympathetically again with an innocence that made my blood boil . He leaned back roughly grabbing the glass filled with beer and finally drinking it all until there was nothing left . He smirked at me and my heart dropped to my gut again for the millionth time this evening . I couldn't believe I felt like this towards someone like him . A stranger .
Straightening my back I drank my martini down too ." I'm a lot more than just an insecure female trying to seek comfort from strangers . " I said in a low voice looking at my glass enjoying the faint lights coming from the other side of the pub .
"Oh you tell me " he answered in a heartbeat chucking delighted . It made my heart bit faster and I seriously got used to it now . I was wondering if he knew the power he had over me or not . He got back to his previous position as if he had read my mind . After a while of looking into his dark green eyes a curly string of hair fell in front of them . Without realizing what I was doing I leaned close and placed the curl back on its previous place , feeling how warm his sun kissed skin actually was .
I removed my arms from the table and sat in my chair appropriately but still extremely close to him . "Okay intimidating stranger" he laughed at that remark " If you think you got it so well then what does your soul seek and deeply desires ?"
"This exact moment " he confessed .
His tone had gotten lower and that pure innocence that was presented to me had been replaced with not the opposite term but with something powerful but yet so wonderful . wonderfully unknown to me and I desired to discover it .
My small hand found the sides of his face as I slowly brought my head closer . I wanted to be as slow as possible so I could remember everything . I was carefully leaning towards him and finally my lips brushed against his . That was the moment I realised I will never feel this way again in my life . My lips were kissing  his and while I was busy doing that his hands gently held my wrists . I placed my hands then on his dark neck , enjoying the experience . I knew deeply in my gut that he hadn't planned this at all .
After kissing him for what felt like two hours we both run out of breath . I hugged his warm and wonderful scented figure . "I-" I began to whisper but I couldn't find the words . I  simply closed my eyes again and hugged him even tighter my hands adoringly rapped around his neck . Thankful that I discovered true passion .