July 1987 – Clothing
A plaid shirt with the top buttons opened, the sleeves casually rolled up to the elbows, a pair of washed-out jeans, ripped at the knees and khaki sneakers. His left ankle resting on his right knee as he was bent over his book, sitting straight up to be able to steal glances at the dark figure opposite the reading hall.
A black legging, small feet hidden in black combat boots, a long black hoodie of some unfamiliar band that covered the undeniable beauty that was underneath. She sat bent over a handful of books, not ever looking up, not now, not the other times she had been present at the library to work.
July 1991 – Jewellery
"Elizabeth, take this ring as a symbol of my love for you, eternal and so very powerful."
He rolled the golden band over her ring finger as he delicately caressed the underside of her hand. It touched the ring symbolizing their engagement he had put on that same finger just four months ago, and looked her in the eyes while squeezing her hand gently. Her tanned skin created a beautiful contrast against the milky white satin dress she was able to buy on sale when they found out his deployment was moved up. He couldn't wait to spend the next two weeks with her without the satin dress, reconnecting before their connection was severed for at least six months.
"Henry, cherish this ring, in this very moment and all the moments to come, even the ones where we're forced apart to remind you of the life and love we share, now, tomorrow and forever."
She put the somewhat broader band than hers on his strong ring finger and mouthed I love you as she did so. His suit fit him well, in all the right places and she couldn't wait to get him out of it. He was at the top of his game, he was the best possible version of himself, physically, yes, god. He was impossibly strong, but he was also headstrong, patriotic, courageous, and so loving and caring.
July 2010 – Accessories
"Does this mean we're getting old?"
"Naaah, babe, last night proves we're anything but." She blushed, bumping into him for his teasing words.
"What do you think of this one?"
He looked at all her facial features, even the tiniest of wrinkles that started making their appearance. "I like it."
"Henry, you said that about all of the ones I've tried on."
He shrugged his shoulders. "I like you," he said with a smug smile across his mouth.
The store owner came by mentioning she had that particular pair in different colors as well and opened a drawer revealing them.
"Maybe the pink one," Elizabeth joked as she put them on.
When Henry immediately agreed, she quickly looked him over.
"Babe," she snorted once she realized he was being serious, "pink glasses don't befit a college professor, do they?"
"Since when does my wife do things that are befitting?"
She shrugged her shoulder and thought he had a point.
"You're right, I'll take the pink ones."
"I'll have the same, in black. Perfectly befitting of a religious scholar."
They laughed and left the store hand in hand, in love, befitting of a young and lovey-dovey couple.
So, I did this. Doesn't mean I'm back. Just means I'm missing the many updates and thought I'd give it a shot again. Please review on the way out.