Monday, November 3, 2014

Happy Birthday Ornela

You're smiling, brighter than I've ever seen as the moonlight casts your face in an ethereal glow. The air feels cool tonight as the first hints of autumn are in the air, but we pay the weather no mind as we hold each other close to stay warm. Our bodies lay beside one another on the dock, frequently touching as our legs rub together and intertwine, a lover's caress. I stroke your dark hair and pull it back to reveal midnight eyes that sparkle with a brilliance far more luminous than the stars above. You smile...your beautiful smile has never been more radiant, but as I lean in to kiss your lips, your face disappears and this world that we share together suddenly falls away.


I wake up in bed, stretching out my arm to pull you close but instead grab only empty blankets. The room is completely dark, not at all like the moonlit sky from my dreams, and I wonder where it was that I held you in my arms just a moment before. The place seemed familiar, almost as if I was reliving a moment from our past.


For the next three hours I toss and turn in bed, a restless night spent thinking about you. I think about what you are doing right now, if you are laying awake in bed thinking about me too. I think about our last night together in Boston and whether or not you will ever ask me to share another with you. And I think about something else too, a very special day that I wish we could spend together...your birthday.


I have not forgotten. I have not forgotten how special this day is. Today, perhaps more than any other, is a day that I want to share with you because it is an opportunity to give you a gift that will make you happy. It is an opportunity to, in some small way, offer you the happiness that you give me every day. So I thought very hard about what I wanted to give you for your birthday this year, a present that would not only show you how much I love you, but would also make you smile.


Your smile...the same one that I saw in my dream last night. All day I have thought about that lovely dream where we held one another beneath the stars. It seems so familiar, but I cannot recognize where we are, my memory offering only glimpses into a moment where we both held each other in happiness. But as I think more about my dream, as I remember more of that moment we shared together, the world around us expands. I see the dock we are laying on as it stretches back towards the shoreline. I see the still waters beneath us, black as ink save for the moon's quiet reflection. I see a lake house just up the hill, a familiar sight that I have known since my earliest days of childhood, for it has always been a part of my past. My gaze turns from the lake house to your eyes, casting aside my past to instead look upon the woman with whom I want to share my future. And suddenly I recognize where we are in my dream, and what's more, I realize the gift I want to give you for your birthday.


I wrote you a letter that now sits in your Facebook inbox. It is concise, barely a hundred words, wishing you a happy birthday and asking you to come back to a place where I know you were once happy. I ask you to come back to my family's lake house. I ask you to go there with me. This is my birthday gift to you Ornela, a gift I am offering because I know you were happy on that single night we shared together at Compass Lake, and I just want you to be happy again.  


I want to lay beside you on the dock, staring up at the stars as we talk all night. I want to talk until the sun crests the eastern horizon and bathes the tips of the cypress trees around us in morning light. Though you have never seen a sunrise at Compass Lake before, I promise you that it is the most beautiful sight in the world...except for one. Looking into your eyes is a sight more beautiful still, and I hope that you will let me do so again as we lay beneath the stars and simply hold each other close.


Happy Birthday Ornela! I hope that you will accept my invitation to come down to Compass Lake. I miss you very much and I just want to see you again. 


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