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semihero_pietro) wrote2006-12-27 11:19 am
semihero_pietro) wrote2006-12-27 11:19 am
Holiday Kisses
We were still young; young and just married and still deeply in love. My life was finally taking a turn for the better, and in my arms was the redhead beauty that had been my undoing.
Crystal had still not seen alot of Earth at this point, so I brought her to New York for New Year's Eve. However, I wasn't stupid in going to stand in the cold huddled masses in the square while waiting for the ball to drop.
Instead, I wrapped my arms around her, and carried her up the side of a building. We sat on the edge, a blanket wrapped around both of us to stay warm while we listened to the party below us. We had our own party supplies in a basket by my hip, but just sitting together, her body against mine and wrapped in my arms, was enough for me.
"Pietro... will you always be with me, as each year ends and the next begins?" Crystal asked softly.
"Of course I will. I'm your husband, and I plan to spend the rest of my life with you," I told her then, and she leaned back to kiss me as the ball dropped, and the people cheered and started to sing Auld Lang Syne. But I didn't pay attention to them. The first memory I had of that year was the lips of my wife on mine, warming my heart and soul in a way no one else could.
And now, years later, as I watch the ball drop on television in some part of the world that I'm traveling through, I take the time to stop and close my eyes, remembering that moment. Just for the moment, to be with my wife if only in spirit. I made a promise that night and sealed it with a kiss. And I never break my promises.
Crystal had still not seen alot of Earth at this point, so I brought her to New York for New Year's Eve. However, I wasn't stupid in going to stand in the cold huddled masses in the square while waiting for the ball to drop.
Instead, I wrapped my arms around her, and carried her up the side of a building. We sat on the edge, a blanket wrapped around both of us to stay warm while we listened to the party below us. We had our own party supplies in a basket by my hip, but just sitting together, her body against mine and wrapped in my arms, was enough for me.
"Pietro... will you always be with me, as each year ends and the next begins?" Crystal asked softly.
"Of course I will. I'm your husband, and I plan to spend the rest of my life with you," I told her then, and she leaned back to kiss me as the ball dropped, and the people cheered and started to sing Auld Lang Syne. But I didn't pay attention to them. The first memory I had of that year was the lips of my wife on mine, warming my heart and soul in a way no one else could.
And now, years later, as I watch the ball drop on television in some part of the world that I'm traveling through, I take the time to stop and close my eyes, remembering that moment. Just for the moment, to be with my wife if only in spirit. I made a promise that night and sealed it with a kiss. And I never break my promises.