Wednesday, October 30, 2013

I can't live without you

I was in my bed crying quietly. Rene and I had a fight before he left. I wanted to go with him to the Paris, but he didn't let me. Doctor said I can't fly now and Rene took it very seriously when it comes to my voice. Usually that doesn't bother me, but just one week ago we were away from each other and now again! I understood him from the artist point of view that he has to do his work, bur from the wife point of view I wanted to have more time with him.
 I hate to fight with him and I felt we don't do anything else together anymore. I felt that everybody compel me to do more and more. And everything what I really wanted to do was be at home and cook for my husband. I really needed break, but if I even mention the word 'break' to Rene, he won't listen.
 I got up from the bed and looked out from the window. Had gone an hour when Rene left and I already missed him. I heard how it was raining outside. I didn't knew what to do for these couple of days when he will come back. For the first time I felt myself so alone and sad when I was at home.
 I went downstairs and made a cup of tea for myself and I sat down to the sofa. I opened the TV which was very rare from me, but I needed to hear somebody's voice.
 I drank my tea and looked out from the window again. TV was open, but I didn't watch it at all. I couldn't stop thinking of him and I took phone. I typed his number and I almost called him, but then something stopped me and I put the phone down. "If he miss me and want to apologize, he have to call first", I thought and looked at TV.
 I wrapped a cover around myself and watched some movie who came from TV. It was 11pm and I knew Rene was flying to the Paris right now. I closed my eyes and I fell asleep.
 "Celine wake up", Rene whispered to my ear. First I though it was only a dream, but when he kissed my cheek I knew it wasn't. I opened slowly my eyes and I saw Rene in front of my eyes. I smiled at him and he smiled back. "Can I come there with you?" he asked and I made room for him. I snuggled up next to him. "How you are here?" I asked and looked at him. "I didn't want to go", Rene answered and I was confused and maybe a little worried. "Why?" "I don't wanna fight with you and then fly to another country alone." That melted my heart. He looked straight into my eyes and gave a smile. I came closer to his lips and kissed him.
 We laid on the sofa without talking. I hold on his hand and played with it. He played with my hair and it felt so good. Rene knew I loved it and he did that always when we lie side by side. Suddenly he stopped it and I knew he was about to say something. "We should take a break soon..." I couldn't believe my ears and I stared at him with my mouth open. "I know you wanna take a break and if I'm honest, I want it too." "Really?" I kept staring at him. "Don't give me that look. I really wanna take a break and be at home just with you." "Can you say that again?" I joked and he laughed.
 Rene hold me near and it was very warm. I yawned and wrapped my arm around his torso. "Are you tired?" Rene asked with his gentle voice. I sneered and put my head to his shoulder. "You should go to sleep", Rene said and kissed my forehead. "But I wanna be with you...", I tried to mumble. He wrapped his arms around me and I felt his heart beat. "But we are together right now and we will be all day together tomorrow", he smiled and kissed me. I gave a little smile and fell asleep.
 Sun shined to my eye and I woke up. Rene hold me still in his arms even he slept. Usually he wakes before me, but today I woke up first. I looked him and smiled with myself. I couldn't thought my life without him anymore and I wondered how I could love somebody so badly. I was still crazy about him just like when I was a teenager. I remembered how my mom was against him and how she said this was a big mistake. I kinda found it funny, because she knew now how happy I was with him and how she was really wrong. I loved him with all of my heart and I couldn't help myself. I can't live without him or his love.

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