Monday

I imagine in sometime we will be in Spain; either Spain or France, whichever is the most beautiful this time of year. It will either be raining or very hot, and we will be sitting on a large porch. The table is old and a white table cloth attempts to hide its age. I’ve been thinking about what kind of chairs we will be sitting in and I have finally reached the conclusion they will be made of whicker. Yes whicker, and they will be rocking chairs. Rocking chairs are the greatest type of chairs in the world because they allow you to move even when you are sitting still. A breeze will be blowing no matter if it is raining or very hot, and we will both be drinking a nice cold drink. I forgot to mention our chairs won’t be facing each other, we will both be staring outside at the beautiful scenery, trying to take in everything so we will never forget how the world looks today. You are very beautiful. Beautiful, not in the conventional sense, but beautiful in an unconventional way, recognizable only to me. Something about you distinguishes you from the crowd of ordinary people. We will be sitting there, rocking, and not saying a word. It won’t be awkward when we both say nothing. We will be comfortable with each other, enough so where we wont have to fill the silence with trivial conversation. I’ll keep stealing glances at you out of the corner of my eye, making sure I will never forget your face and how lovely you look in this moment. You’ll pretend not to notice and hide your smile. What little talk we will have will only be about the present and the future, nothing to do with the past; unless it’s about the grand adventures we have had. Yes, only about the adventures.
Did I mention a soft breeze would be blowing? Messing up your hair, but it only makes you prettier. Yes. This is exactly how it will be. You see, I can almost picture it.

Friday

A few days ago I was looking at some pictures of my friend. There was one in particular where she was with one of her brothers and they were both laughing about something. She had her eyes closed because she was smiling so big, and didn't even know there was a picture being taken. It wasn't a forced smile that she created at the end of a three second count down.
But was something about that picture that made me smile and sad at the same time. There she was, a brief moment of pure happiness that engulfed her. That brief moment was captured on camera and it was amazing. Nothing else in the world mattered then. She was with a person she loved and they were both laughing at a now long forgotten joke.
After thinking about it, I've realized that I have no such picture like hers to turn to. I have no picture to look at and see a mirror reflection of myself where I was, for once, completely and utterly happy. All I seem to have is a few random pictures taken when I wasn't expecting it and ones with goofy smiles that I put on for laughs.
I want to look back years from now and see a long forgotten picture of a time that had been lost to me. I want to stare at myself and see something different. A small spark in my eyes where I am happy and I'll ask all the typical questions about what was making me smile so much. And when I look at my face of supreme happiness and joy, a small smile will begin to curl on the sides of my lips, making its way down my mouth until I stand in silence, smiling back at myself.