Something I Did Right

Something I Did Right

Accompaniment:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vlJ3HJo0elE

I can imagine Edyta anywhere. I think of her coming out from around a corner or out of a crowd. Part of me still expects a call, or even a text. Her sweetness was tender, and her heart was even more so. I cannot help but think of all the things I would do if I could just go back. 

But, I have to smile at some things I did right. I remember: 

I was filthy from work and racing to get to London for 4 pm hockey, then to Edyta's for dinner. This particular Friday, however, I had a change of heart. I knew if I went to hockey, I would show up on her doorstep a few hours later, around 6pm, starving and smelling like the worst glove imaginable. 

It didn't seem right, so I called off the plans. I rolled right into my place - cleaned it for later, cleaned the car, showered, trimmed, shaved, and proceeded to get as handsome as possible. I felt sharp and fresh, and with a quick almond, I flew out the door to obtain the wine - a nice Californian grape, and one from Chile. Of course, there was a great deal of lust at this point, as we had not seen each other in days and days. I knew I wanted her to feel good when she saw me, and I knew how beautiful she would smile with red roses, breathing them in, cutting the stems, preparing the water and nutrients. She took the utmost care of living things, and she studied the science behind them for many many years. She was not yet confident that she was in fact a biologist, but I would tell her all the time, "baby, you are an incredibly sexy scientist".

In any case, after battling traffic, I pulled into her driveway with the roses and wine and parked behind the house. When I got out of the car, I glanced up at her window to make sure she couldn't see me, the light was on but she wasn't in sight. I proceeded down the side path between two old brick walls to the front porch and started up to her second floor apartment. Sure enough, by the first 5 steps, delicious home cooking filled the air. It was the food I missed so much during the weeks apart. Absolutely delicious home cooking. 

I got to the top of the stairs where I could hear her making all kinds of kitchen sounds. Pots clanging, fans blowing, lids lifting. Smiling, I knocked on the door and a few quick footsteps later it opened... There she was. Just glowing. Her cheeks were bright and warm and she wrapped her arms around me and gave me all kinds of kisses. I wished they would just keep coming and they did. We set the flowers and the wine down and just kissed. 

I wanted to give her everything she ever dreamed of having. She deserved the very best. Everything we had at that moment belonged to the other person. Our hearts especially. At the time, I knew the present moment was very good, but I could not have imagined that it would become one of my most cherished memories. The magnitude of moving her hair from her face and laying eyes upon her. I simply had no idea. I did a few things right that night and I'm thankful it was real. But as a river carves a canyon, so the space she once filled in my heart grows.

If you have a love, give them your best. It may just become your most cherished memory.