Where did that good day go?
The one we had in summer of 2009?
The one where we got along the whole time, laughing and smiling.
Our fourth anniversary, and a day just for us.
I drove the car, your hand laid firmly on my thigh.
We had made plans but they were soon tossed out the window, along with our cares and worries.
We decided, in the heat of the moment, to get tattoos. Not matching ones, but still a bonding experience.
We went out to dinner together, which we never normally did. We ate halfway decent food but the drinks were better.
We laughed there, too, your hand still on my thigh for most of the night. Ever present.
We were free that time, and happy to be in the moment.
Hoping that the moment would last...and it did, for the entirety of that especially good day.
We went home, tired but still smiling. Thanked your mom for staying with the kids, and then she left.
Memory fades after that. Did we hug each other goodnight? Did we tell each other that we loved each other before we went our separate ways? Did we promise ourselves to have another day like that good day?
I don't remember, but I'd like to think "yes". Yes, we did those things and said those words.
Because it was a good day. Why wouldn't we? Why wouldn't we?
