The Adventures Of Josephine And Celeste

Telling stories to each other

They were in a car, telling stories from a book or from his memories. Alone in a dessert... He started to touch her blonde hair, to caress her head. She felt like a child, so protected and loved. They were in their new world, that they had formed or built together... from their stories, memories and discussions.

"What's your favorite place?" he asked.

"The hill close to the monastery... away from the busy town", she said.

"Why is that, sweetheart? "

"Because nobody is up there and I can have some peace and quiet. Plus, I can see the whole town from that place. My butterflies are there... my colorful butterflies. Many colors, many sizes of butterflies..."

"Where do you want to go now?" he asked again.

"Inside your marvelous mind... to find out what it is that you're hiding..."

"I'm not hiding anything from you. That's what you wanted to know?"

"Want to know everything. I won't tell anyone! promise."

"Are you sure, dear?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

They started dancing,  when they were alone in  a room, after they shared the best poems she and he wrote. Then he gazed at her with such a look that she could have become frozen at once. But he wanted to take her into his arms, which he did, coming closer to her body. She could have resisted him, but she didn't say anything and let him touch her hand and take her closer by her waist. He kissed her neck, he kissed her lips, because he fell for her beauty. He said with his eyes that he loved her... and she knew she loved him too. She was so beautiful to him, like he had never seen in his entire life. 

He fell for her soul's beauty, not only the outer beauty that fades after a while. Imagining that she will never change, even after 20 years or even 50 years, he thought she will be just like a teenager forever. Actually, she remained young forever, because he kept her photograph, even after she was gone.