You feel like home, and everywhere I've never been, all at once.
~Butterflies rising on Pintrest~
Mia
I sat at the balcony of Rom's side of the house, looking at the beautiful blooming red roses at the garden below. My feet placed on a flowered ottoman with a book and a glass of wine just beside me. It felt much like a holiday—another one after Italy.
I looked up; the sun was disappearing through the horizon with its golden ray giving way to dusk with its breeze touching my face like a caress, ruffling my hair around the neck. I loved this time of day the most because it was time for Rom to come home.
I was at peace, I thought, swirling the wine on my glass, smiling like a fool. The gardener saw me, he waved, and I waved back, thinking of how elderly and full of energy he was.
