Always thinking

Thanksgiving: a year after I found my love

I cried. Nov 25 was her birthday, the woman who I loved. Nov 26 today is the Thanksgiving day. I cried. I did not want to go anywhere, meet anyone, invite anyone. I quietly bought a 10 pounds turkey from the same place we got last year, I wanted to cook a turkey thanksgiving "dinner" just for us, me and the woman who I loved who is gone. The pix from last year were still on my iphone, along with her beautiful smile, her busy carving the bird after it was perfectly cooked, her busy packing for our trip to Tahoe shortly after. This year, I am all alone. I am duplicating the placement of plates, memorizing the dishes and trying to create similar thanksgiving dinner she cooked for us last year. I did not expect it could feel so sad, I am crying crying and crying, while a day like this for friends and family, all I can do is to regret over the best thing ever happened to me: love, her. A hummingbird is hoovering outside my window, we both know that bird, our neighboring bird, she would call it.

posted by Road less travelled @ 2:03 PM