He Still Loves Me

I don’t need alarm clock to wake me up anymore, I know when sun is up. When I woke up today, naturally my hand went to side table to find my glasses, I put those on and my vision became clear. Still there is something not right or something I’m missing or maybe I’m forgetting something. Aging has really influenced my memory. 

Thinking of same I went to front porch picked up the newspaper, checked mail box, nothing. He used to give me love letters and gifts through that mail box on our… oh dear… I hurriedly opened the scrolled newspaper. It’s __ of July. Oh my my. I just figured out what was missing. 46 years ago on this precise day I said YES.

“We must celebrate” I said, kissing his engagement ring (which I’ve been wearing around my neck for past 6 years). How about his favorite ‘roasted chicken’? That reminded me of our first anniversary when I couldn’t cook. I had burned the whole chicken while trying cooking. How typical of me. That day he sang me Elton John’s Your Song. He wasn’t very blessed in that area, but it was melodious than original. He was good at drawing though. You see all those framed sketches of me hanging on wall, yes, he drew them.

He knew how to love. He knew all my birthmarks, each of them, all of them. He used to write me love letters but never handed me those directly, he would keep them in mail box instead. Those letters described our love affair in a way that whenever I read them, they take me to places I’ve never been before. His idea of romance was gazing stars together at deep dark night. So we would go up on the roof when night is darkest n we used to lie down, holding hands and gazing stars until they disappeared in sunlight.

But now he has become a star. He watches me from up there. You see, he still loves me. In the night when I look at him up in the sky, that star blinks, he still winks at me.