Ghala

UAE

GREIVING

I stood near him, holding onto his arm and looking out into our backyard. “It’s a wonderful day today, isn’t it?” I asked, before catching him staring at flowers nearby.

“Yes, my dear. In fact, I think that the day is so gay that I could grab a handful of fresh flowers in a matter of minutes. Want me to test that theory for you?” he questioned. He walked us both towards the flowerbed and proved his ‘theory’ correct.

“What a peculiar assortment of flowers you have chosen, darling,” I state.

“Do you not like them? I only tried to incorporate the loveliest flowers, the brightest leaves, your favorite white roses—” I laugh and grab the flowers from his hand.

“Do not think that I do not find the flowers attractive, for they are very beautiful. In fact, I love them so much I want to make them into a flower crown, right this moment,” I say positively before rushing into the house to do so.

He followed along, meeting me in the living room. He helps me place the crown on me, and only then I noticed the vinyl started to play our wedding songs.

“Would you favor me with a dance, dear?” he asked, lending me a hand.

The sweet tunes played in the distance. We danced in harmony and peace for the rest of the night in each other’s arms, never letting go. As I started to yawn, I felt a light kiss on my head.

“Honey? Are you ready to go back?” he asked.

“Go back?” I reply, perplexed.

“To reality, dear. You cannot stay here longer, you know that.”

I start to cry and feel a kiss on my cheek. “Must I return? I do not want to leave you.”

“‘Till next time, sweetheart.”