[forever] love
Saturday, November 15, 2014He was wearing a bright yellow jumper, home.knitted, with holes [where stitches had lovingly dropped]. It was just a little too short but his softly.worn pants were pulled up high to meet it, held by a worn.forever belt.
He was moving slowly, a little bent over, shuffling his velcro.tied trainers. One hand pulled his shopping, the other held simple flowers: incredibly gently and lifted high, with pride. I imagined that he was going home, to the person he had loved for A Hundred Years.
Seeing him made me feel happy but also a little bit sad, and I couldn’t work out why.
I hope that when I’m slow and shuffling, My Forever Love is making his way home to me.
Tags: love, My Lovely One, slow