One Fine Day

When I think back to happier times, one day stands out clearly in my mind. Heather and I had been together for almost 3 years. We were both in drama class and were involved in a play that the school was preforming in a dramatics competition. It was a play called "Clouds Of Dust." that a fellow student and I co-wrote, this being my first and only foray into the world of script writing. Heather had the female lead, and I had a supporting male role. It was a kind of murder drama but based in ancient Greece. Anyways, we did pretty good and came in second in the competition.

When it was all over, I thought that it would be a good idea to go out and celebrate. "Dave" and his girlfriend "Nicole", who were both in the play, were close friends of Heather and me, and we decided to go out and spend a night on the town. WE decided to be all classy and grown up. We dressed up to the nines, went out to dinner at this fancy french restaurant called "Le Papillon" Then off to see an opera "La Boheme" (still one of my favorites). All in all it was a fancy and opulent evening.

After, I drove Heather home. Her parents were gone for the weekend and she had the house all to herself. I remember that a storm had rolled in, and she wanted me to stay and keep her company. We lit a few candles, opened a bottle of wine, and sat watching the lightning. In the candle light, she was the most beautiful I have ever seen her. I just sat there looking in to her deep brown eyes. It was a perfect moment, and it felt like it lasted forever. Sadly it never does. But for that night, it was enough just to sit there, holding her, looking at her, breathing in her perfumed sent. I will never forget those moments.

I took a picture of her, it is my favorite. In fact, it is the only picture I kept in the end. I still have it with me hidden away. Every time I look at it, I am remanded of just how good it was. It saddens me though that those times are gone. Maybe one day I'll get find them again.