March 31, 2011
 
We stepped out of the 15 story skyscraper, intent on a picnic in the sun.  There was no sun, but plenty of wind.  After a few steps, you slipped your arm through mine, pulling me closer, hoping to share my warmth as you shivered.  You snapped awake immediately, standing up a bit straighter, Not used to the Chilly Chicago cold. We walked the three blocks to Union Station to see the iconic underground architecture.  We took shelter from the cold and ate our modest lunch. Sandwiches and popcorn.  Surrounded by sandstone and marble, we watched couples in every stage of the relationship.  We were eating on one of our first dates ever.  There was a couple seated on the bench across from us having their engagement photos taken, Several brides and their bridal parties taking post wedding photos.  You wrapped up the end of your sandwich in the tin foil and took a drink of your diet coke. You glanced over at me, taking a break from people watching, and I caught your gaze. A smirk, then a grin slowly crawled across your face. I swear that the perpetual din of the crowded train station quieted for a moment. For that moment, all I could see were the pools of deep blue, deep deep blue with green centers. Shining brightly, framed by your freckles (which you hate) and your perfect porcelain skin. I was speechless. Just sitting there, trying to experience and note every single aspect of that moment. The hard oak seat, the ornate columns above your head, the light streaming in from the skylights, the taste of bacon and avocado lingering, the scent of your perfume…. I was fighting to imprint this moment on my memory.
You broke my gaze to sneak a look at a passing bride, you placed your hand  on my leg and leaned in, kissing my cheek.
“Baby?” You look up at me again, head on my Shoulder.
“Hm?” I responded, still lost in my head. 
“Shall we?” You asked, your hand finding mine. 
“Of Course.” I replied, as I began to pack up our lunch remnants. 
We stood and primped a bit. Me re-tying my scarf, you pinning back a few more stray hairs. You stood facing me, hands on my hips, stretched onto your tippy toes and kissed me once more, before we ventured out into the structures of concrete and steel, in search of the bean, or something beautiful. Little did we know. We already have something. Something Perfect. 

We stepped out of the 15 story skyscraper, intent on a picnic in the sun.  There was no sun, but plenty of wind.  After a few steps, you slipped your arm through mine, pulling me closer, hoping to share my warmth as you shivered.  You snapped awake immediately, standing up a bit straighter, Not used to the Chilly Chicago cold. We walked the three blocks to Union Station to see the iconic underground architecture.  We took shelter from the cold and ate our modest lunch. Sandwiches and popcorn.  Surrounded by sandstone and marble, we watched couples in every stage of the relationship.  We were eating on one of our first dates ever.  There was a couple seated on the bench across from us having their engagement photos taken, Several brides and their bridal parties taking post wedding photos.  You wrapped up the end of your sandwich in the tin foil and took a drink of your diet coke. You glanced over at me, taking a break from people watching, and I caught your gaze. A smirk, then a grin slowly crawled across your face. I swear that the perpetual din of the crowded train station quieted for a moment. For that moment, all I could see were the pools of deep blue, deep deep blue with green centers. Shining brightly, framed by your freckles (which you hate) and your perfect porcelain skin. I was speechless. Just sitting there, trying to experience and note every single aspect of that moment. The hard oak seat, the ornate columns above your head, the light streaming in from the skylights, the taste of bacon and avocado lingering, the scent of your perfume…. I was fighting to imprint this moment on my memory.

You broke my gaze to sneak a look at a passing bride, you placed your hand  on my leg and leaned in, kissing my cheek.

“Baby?” You look up at me again, head on my Shoulder.

“Hm?” I responded, still lost in my head. 

“Shall we?” You asked, your hand finding mine. 

“Of Course.” I replied, as I began to pack up our lunch remnants. 

We stood and primped a bit. Me re-tying my scarf, you pinning back a few more stray hairs. You stood facing me, hands on my hips, stretched onto your tippy toes and kissed me once more, before we ventured out into the structures of concrete and steel, in search of the bean, or something beautiful. Little did we know. We already have something. Something Perfect. 

  1. kayshazam reblogged this from musicsmything
  2. alexa743 said: This is one of the sweetest things I’ve ever read.
  3. thebusiness reblogged this from musicsmything
  4. musicsmything posted this