Tell me,tell me what fool would be standing in the freezing depths of winter night with nothing but a wind-breaker and a shoddy scarf.
A fool in love.
So when the train finally arrives, it's a miracle, and I rush in almost forgetting she's there. But after a pointed look she relents to sit beside me. I laugh it off though, knowing she would have done the same.
But at last were seated, inundated in nothing but warmth. It's not until then that I notice her fidgeting. I figure she must be nervous; she hasn't met my parents so she doesn't know what to expect. So I wrap my arms around her-enveloping her red-mitten hands in mine. And it's then when I realize all milestones we've been through. It's then that I realize how monumental this is for me,for us. And it's then I realize this is something akin to love.
Like the vibrant color,energetic waves,and passionate love of red. The color speaks volumes. It's a sprightly color,like her. And she never let's me forget it. But this is so unlike her; pensive and quiet. She hates it when I take her out of her element -the metropolis that is New York. If you ask me I think we need a break from this obstreperous city.
But she can get through this she has always been assimilated and tactical. Although often opinionated and a bit ambitious I'm glad I found her. She says before I met her I was like a vagrant ; lost and detached. But she led me here,safe and sound. And when we finally reach our stop I lead our way home.
When we stop on the door steps I ask, " Are you ready ?"
"As I'll ever be." she smiles.
And with that we make our way out of the exorbitant cold. Into a big warm house full of even bigger love.
"Merry Christmas Rachel." I smile to her. Hugging her for another time that day.