She sat on her porch staring across the street, and at the gentle hues of the failing Sun;
"This was surely Spring."She whispered to herself, smiling.
She surely could see the daffodils shine as the sun on their little stalks, she could even smell the air perfumed with blooming roses, and sunflowers and freshly cut grass, it was surely her Spring even though it had ceased to wrap the world in its soft embrace. Her eyes shifted to the well preserved paper in her hand, she looked intently at the scribblings, all too familiar as she traced each word lovingly with her fingers.
You are my Spring
Wherever I go
Your scent
Would always remind me
That Spring is always here
Just five lines, and yet she hung on to each word like her life depended on it. They were old now, ink slightly faded from being read too often, yet they still held that enchantment, they still made her breath catch in her throat, they still held her heart together.
A smile played around her lips—he had written it specially for her, and the words carried the weight of all that they felt for each other. She had clung to them, day and night, reciting them on those dark days when the air of his absence seemed stifling.... And the nights when dawn seemed so farther away.
It's been a year and memories flooded her thoughts, 365 days of longing, of yearning for 'him', and yet no sign on the horizon.
Waiting had been so difficult. Mornings had lost their sweetness without his rich voice murmuring in her ears as he nibbled at them, softly;
"Care for a cup of coffee, Roseflower?"
The nights had been worse, so empty, lacking the warmth of his strong arms wrapped around her. In the horizon, there's been no chuckles and kisses, no twinkling of those dark brown eyes with the light of mischief.
How had she been able to cope all those days without his cuddles?
"Roseflower" is his endearing name for her. Rosemary sighed as she stood up from the sofa.
Today marks the end of her waiting. A thousand butterflies flurried in her stomach.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow is the first of July and Ray would be home.
Their Spring would start in July!!!
Her heart skid out of control at the mere thought of seeing him again. How she would fly into his open arms, and whisper all the words she had been saving, just for him.
She pressed the note to her lips, closed her eyes, and inhaled the freshness the promise of tomorrow brought.
The night was an endless stretch as she lay awake, restless, and staring into the dark, her heart a mix of apprehension and excitement;
What if something had changed? What if he had changed? Would he still make her coffee just the way she liked it—extra cream, no sugar? Would his arms still feel strong and safe? Would he still call her his Roseflower, his Spring?
The thought of anything changing between them sent a tremor of fear through her. She lay awake until the morning light, only startled by the birds singing outside her window. She shot up, breathless. Today.
She chose the pale pink and red dress he had once said made her look like the "The Roses in Spring". Her hands trembled, her heart raced.
And then, she waited.
Her gaze was fixed on the arrivals board, watching the time inch closer to his train’s arrival.
And then—
Her breath caught.
Through the blur of people, a familiar figure emerged. Broad shoulders, confident stride. He looked stronger, leaner, courtesy of his military training. Her vision floated, heart thudding so loud she could barely hear anything else.
And then, he saw her.
For a moment, they just stood there, staring at each other.
One year apart, more than a million emotions between them.
Then he dropped his luggage.
"Roseflower."
His deep and familiar voice was raw, thick with emotion, it sent a tremor through her.
She was racing towards him before she knew it, her feet barely touching the ground. And then—straight into his arms. Strong. Warm. Safe. Solid strength.
With his arms holding her tight as if afraid to let go, he nibbled at her ear, his body contorted with passion. "God, how I missed you."
She clung onto him, tears rolling down her cheeks, tears of happiness. This is real. He’s home.
She wanted to say so much, to tell him how lost and alone she had been, how she had counted each day before she saw him again, but all that came out was a choked whisper. "You’re home."
"I promised, didn’t I?"
Then he pulled back just enough to look at her, thumb brushing away her tears. His eyes—still the same, full of mischief and love.
"No more tears, no no, my Spring, I didn't shed a tear, even in the coldest of days, because you were there."
Wherever I went
Your scent
Always reminded me
That Spring was always with me
And as his lips met hers, the seasons shifted once more.
This was Spring, even in July!!!
All images generated with AI.
Poem written by me.
I am @edith-4angelseu and thank you for stopping by my neighbourhood.
Awww... This is a beautiful love story, the kind everyone wishes for.
I am so proud of Ray and Rosemary for staying true to each other for the time they were apart.
Yes, they proved love can be true!
The years have fast gone and rapidly passed away
That is beautiful
Yes! Thank you very much 🙏
Thank you very much 🙏
Awwww love is indeed beautiful with the right amount of ingredients like sincerity 😍🥹