A Symphony for Delicious Chapter III
I could smell the Ocean in the air. It was teasing me with its scent, giving my senses a small taste of a bittersweet dessert. Everything around me seems to be nicer, the trees suddenly full of life is branching out towards the blue. The sky, in return, seems to have pushed all signs of cloudiness out of the way. Even the grass seems to be greener on my side. I focused my gaze up into the blue of the sky. It reminded me of the Ocean, I closed my eyes and imagined its calling. After a minute or two I started flipping through my notebook looking for a fresh new page and began a list of the tell tale signs of being intoxicated by cupidâs fart.
The Tell Tale Signs of Being Intoxicated by Cupids Fart
1. I smile like a fool in public (Note to self: beware of looking creepy)
2. Â The grass is always greener on YOUR side
3. I start to daydream more often
In the distance you see two figures, floating in the middle of the Ocean. They are trapped in each others gaze. There was no need for music, the waves made a symphony in its crashes, and the two figures were slow dancing. The boy was wearing a suit with a bow tie, he was looking quite good, even if I do say so myself. But the girl was all kinds of beautiful, her dress complimented her skin and the Ocean reflected it. She was flowing gracefully becoming one with the body of water and it was, as if, the boy, was just swimming in its wake.
I looked at the time, got up the bench and headed towards the theatres. My mood was a high note sung by the sun. I wore joy like an overall and couldnât help but dance all the way to my destination. I got there 30 minutes early, earlier if I didnât stop by the flower shop just to contemplate if getting flowers would seem too eager for a first date. In the end, I decided against it, you never know, she might be allergic to flowers. I waited for about 25 minutes until she arrived. She was wearing a green sundress and black flats.
I noticed her as instant as the smile that invaded my lips. I examined her like a crime scene. She was drop dead gorgeous. A walking piece of art, as if Mona Lisa suddenly got tired and walked away from her painting leaving nothing but an empty backdrop. She was artâs perfect crime.
âHey, you look nice.â
âThanks. You donât look too bad yourself.â
âSo, what movie are we watching?â
She smiled and pointed at one of the movie posters that hung outside the theatre. It was a romantic musical and in big fancy letters it said âA symphony for deliciousâ. Â Â
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