The shutters were closed but it was so sunny that there was no stopping the light from flooding in.
We were then at the most comfortable time of morning.
I was poised; waiting yet still comfortable.
It was the time before I knew you would wake. It was in these spare seconds that I could admire you in peace without having to answer for my inspection.
You shifted and I moved so I wouldn’t disturb you.
I looked out one of the leftmost holes in the green shutters covering the outside of the window. The ends of my hair brushed upon my naked collarbone. I was blinded by brilliance.
Only by squinting could I see the outside world.
The rooftops glowed beautifully. They were oozing years of permanence. I wondered how many generations upon generations had lived in those same flats.
There was a lady watering a potted palm on her roof one floor below us. Her frizzy hair was tied up into a bun and she was wearing slip-on sandals to complete her purpose.
The paint of the walls of the buildings adjacent to the one we were in was worn from the countless starry-evenings other people just like us had spent gazing at them.
In that moment I loved you the most.
Retrospect is a difficult perspective. It distorts things through the looking glass of what has happened since.
But those rose days were so magical that I know now they couldn’t have been altered by my mind in any way.
The stuff of fairytales.
Looking back,
on one of our walks I could’ve sworn I noticed a mighty and muscular Roman God gazing down at us from up above in the clouds.
It must’ve been Jupiter if anyone.
He pointed his immense thunderbolt towards us. It was his way of giving us his blessing.
He laughed at us silly foreigners for enjoying the land of his people.
I looked up and smiled at him. I was happy.
I wanted everyone to know I was happy.
Jupiter smiled back.
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