Tracy stood on her porch, staring for how long she wasn’t sure. Still like a statue looking at that one single red rose.
An invitation.
His invitation.
But for what?
A swirl of memories flashed in front of her eyes as she stared at lone rose so carefully nestled against the door. Sitting beside it a letter.
“My home isn’t some place, it’s a person.
It’s you.
My peace isn’t the quite,
Or even a place I can meditate.
It’s the sound of you saying
I love you …
How long I have waiting to come home again
With my hands outstretched
Will you let me in once again?”
Somewhere between the lines a laughter did echo in her mind. A laughter from so long ago. Of a time where there still was …
“When did you fall in love with me?
No… no don’t say it. I know what you’re going to say,
I was fucked the first time I laid eyes on you … because ever since then I was in love with you. Right?”
“No…that is not true.”
“Then?”