Cappuccino

I started a fire in the pit and laid the fluffy blanket on the wooden floor. In front of the fireplace I had prepared a table of snacks with peeled nuts and strawberries.

You were taking a shower while I made a Baileys coffee. This drink reminds me of Christmas. I want you to taste it and feel the same as I do when its blend of magic touches your lips. The water was boiling when you appeared at my back and pinched my neck:

– “Let’s go outside?”

I wasn’t in the mood to go out to the cold, but your Dora the explorer expression made it hard for me to deny you. We locked the door behind us and an orange sea covered the grounds around our Yurt.  We could only hear squirrels fighting and a river stream passing by. It was autumn all around.

We were walking in the woods when you slipped on the moist moss and fell laughing. Maybe it was an excuse to be a child again and lay there in the middle of the leaves. I stretched out beside you and deciphered the shapes the clouds drew across the sky:

– “I’d keep moments like this in a box. For when the world seems to collapse I remember that a walk with the right person does miracles.

– “Didn’t you have anything pithy to say?” – I smiled as I kissed your cold hand.

You hugged me. And never has a hug touched my soul like that. I’m so lost. My soul does not know where to go. It’s running all directions and tearing me to pieces.

You don’t know this, because I don’t tell you. But you feel it and you squeeze me tight, like you’re trying to glue me together.

We were silent as long as necessary, deciphering all the tones and sounds surrounding us:

– “Let’s go back?”

I nod. A warm and comfy yurt was waiting for us.

We heated the chicken that I cooked, watched old movies, burned some marshmallows and smoked a Cuban cigar (because I have plenty). When there was no more entertaining left, we were alone. A silent speech hung in the air. We looked at each other with a mixture of pure happiness and heavy sadness. The truth is that my life is not a life without you. Imagining myself without you hurts. I will never have enough money to repay you or know enough words to thank you. Being a part didn’t separate us. Time and space can never affect you and me.

I open my mouth to break the silence but you shook your head, denying me:

– “Shhhhh … I know.”

A tear ran down my face. You held my head and rested it on your shoulder. We closed our eyes, took a deep breath and let ourselves be rocked by the dancing flames:

– “It’s funny, this coffee reminds me of Christmas!” – You wondered, putting down the golden mug.

– “Oh really?!”