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Dinner's at 9
Dinner’s at 9
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(Voice on the Intercom): The doors are about to close.
And so she came in; black hair, white as snow, sprinkled with freckles, with sweet but deep honey colored eyes. Every single thing about her was somehow perfect. We met at the right moment, and we were exactly what we needed in our lives at the time.
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(Voice on the Intercom): Next stop 14th St.
Finally the day had arrived. Cold feet almost got the best of me, but I managed to get through it when I saw her standing there. I swear it is one of the most beautiful things I have ever witnessed, an angel in a white dress, and she is to be mine, forever.
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(Voice on the Intercom): Next stop 9th St.
The twins are about to turn 6! I never thought it would be this overwhelming. Thank god we figured it out, I almost thought we wouldn’t make it through the first couple of years. Although, things have not been the same lately… I wish we enjoyed our life without children a bit more.
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(Voice on the Intercom): Next stop West 4th Washington Sq. Station.
They are finally off to college! We’ll finally be able to do all the things we talked about and never did; all of our dreams and plans. I never imagined I would come this far… to love someone, to be loved, to live all of this, to do everything I ever wanted, with her by my side. It is as if…
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H…(distant sound)
As if it wasn’t…
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Hon…(distant sound)
As if it wasn’t real…
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Honey! Hey!
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Sorry?
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You’ve been daydreaming since 23rd street. Are you okay?
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Oh y.. yeah, sorry about that. I’m just… tired. That’s it.
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Come on. This is our stop. Dinner’s at 9 and we’re running late.
As I walked out of the Metro and into the platform I lost her out of sight forever, I will never get to see her again. But it was fun indeed, just for a moment, to imagine my life with her, who has no name for me, who remains perfect in my mind, in my imagination, in the life I created for us. I wish it where that simple and everyone remained perfect, perfect for me, in my mind, forever
