Just Another Daydream

Have you ever thought about your dream date? What would it be like? What would the set up be like, what you will be wearing, the scent of the air and the person you will be with? Well, I have been thinking about it, and for the longest time it has been playing in my head over and over. 

Let us go into my head.

It is eight in the evening. The weather is fine, a bit windy and cold, but I liked it that way. I just came out of a white car well prepared for the night. My hair is cooperating tonight, I must say. I let it down to show off its natural curls which are luckily very soft tonight. 

I am wearing this beautiful white dress which I bought a long time ago for a night like this. I wore very light make up on my face and my favorite scent from Bvlgari. Around my wrist is my favorite bracelet I made some time ago. It has a heart charm with some black beading. I wore just a simple brown flats for comfort. 

I loved how the smell of the flowers filled the air. The night is perfect. A delicate hand touched my arm. I looked at it and smiled at the owner. He is perfect. Carefully, he guides me through this whimsical garden. I gasped as everything around me is perfect. I loved its ethereal ambiance with lights hanging from the hedges and trees. I look at him once more with my eyes a glimmer. I appreciate everything. 

We stop walking, he smiles at me and touches my chin. He looks at me happily, then he says "look here" and moved my face to the other direction. I thought I have seen all the beauty already, but this very scene before me is so perfect that no other words can express how beautiful it is. I cry for joy. 

Before me is like a scene from the movies. A simple picnic table is set for two with our favorite food and drinks already prepared. None of the fine dining experience here. I love how natural everything feels like. There are beautifully lit lamps around us, but they are not overpowering, just the right amount to lit the right places. Beside the table is a white piano. He moves from my side and sits in front of it. I knew even before that he can sing, but I didn't know he plays the piano well and sing with it. He sings so wonderfully, I tear up a little. Oh, I love this man so much. I am walking towards him, sit beside him and place my head on his shoulder. I hope I am not interrupting him that much while he's playing the piano. I love his soft voice as he sings close to me. From my ears it goes directly to my heart. I love everything about this night. I love this man beside me.

Going back to reality....

The set up is not always the same, but the feeling is. It will be perfect, with dim lights, breezy, cold air and wonderful soft music. I will always tear up a little and rest my head on his shoulder. The scent of a flower always fill the air and I love it. 

Everything will be lovely, but the man's face is always blurry. I don't know how he looks like, but I can always imagine his voice as he sings. It would be a deep, well-controlled, simple singing voice without much of those rifts and rafts. He will always wear that white crisp button-down shirt, and smells good, but his face is always blurry except for his smile. He has a great smile that goes well with his voice. I hope I can see his eyes though, but they are blurred. It is a mystery.

Reality check again...

Argh! So much thinking I need to rest.