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14. He's Feeling Nostalgic
I hear him sigh wistfully across the room. It's the third time he's done it this morning. I'm starting to get concerned since he never explains himself and just offers a halfhearted smile or frown my way when he senses my curious stare. I can't tell if the sigh is good or bad. I can't tell anything, and it is driving me nuts.
Finally, I get up from where I'm settled at the table and walk towards him. I stop suddenly when I see what he's holding in his hand – and what is sitting on the end table just inches from him.
Pictures of us. From just recent years, from when we were kids…and in his hand, our wedding portrait. My eyes mist at the sight of it and the fact that my husband has spent goodness knows how long just recalling the memories those photos draw from. The mysterious tones of his sighs make perfect sense to me now.
"A little nostalgic, are we?" I ask, rubbing his shoulders lightly as I come to stand behind him.
He nods, takes one of my hands in his and kisses my fingers, making my heart flutter.
"Barry," I whisper, suddenly breathless.
"Sit with me," he implores softly, and I have no problem granting his request.
Reluctantly, I pull my hand away and round the couch to sit snuggled up next to him. He stares for the longest time into my eyes, and I swear I've spotted a million shades of green in his irises before the trance he puts me under lets up.
His eyes drop to my parted lips and then up to my loving eyes. They do that once, twice more; then he's leaning in and melting into me, and nothing exists except our lips pressed against each other and the streaming sunlight pouring down on us through the windows.
