When I got home, there was a note on the fridge saying youd already headed over to our favorite club. The one around the corner where you and I like to spend an evening or two each week, listening to music, hanging with friends, sometimes enjoying a glass of ice-laden wine, simply spending time together out of the house. When I got there and walked through the door, my eyes swept the room like the magnetic needle in a compass, spotting you almost immediately, my angel. You were having an animated conversation with someone, arms gesturing, body language telling the story as much as your words. I thought I could faintly hear your laughter all the way from here. My heart fluttered in my chest to see you. It always does that. You are in the very core of my being and seeing you connects all the points at once leaving me, often, breathless for a moment. Its a feeling I like very much.
