After the Spice Festival, winter soon set in, and so did my regular life.
I've already posted in my regular blog about Harvest Fest and Winterfest with family and friends, so I won't bore you with the details here.
I still can't get Melody out of my mind, after all these weeks, I can still remember the festival night as if it was yesterday. From time to time I think I catch her at the corner of my eye, but it's never her. I check the Karaoke scene, but she's never there on the nights I can make it. The city doesn't have a lot of events over the winter season, so one tends to stay in and not get out much.
Finally spring comes around, the cherry trees are in bloom and everything looks and smells absolutely wonderful! Love Day came and went without too much fanfare, as I don't have a current love interest in my life this year. Unless you count my mysterious porcelain doll as a love interest that came, and then drifted from my life, leaving an emptiness that I've not been unable to fill.
Of course, with spring, follows romantic events, and the Love Festival is in town. I often try to avoid this event, I find it can lead one to a lot of trouble. Jealousy can rise just as quickly as new romance, and it can lead one to not err on the side of caution. There was this one year where I... never mind, I won't get into that here.
The sun spends the day hiding in the clouds, which seems to put a bit of a damper on the mood and atmosphere. The smell of cherry blossoms is refreshing through my open apartment window, and I'm tempted to go out.
My friend Kayla convinces me to finally head out around dinner time. She, of course, wants to attend the Love Festival, and coaxes me to join in, stating that there's a new noodle booth this year, and their food is said to be absolutely amazing. Of course, she knows I can't resist giving my loyal readers my take on the event's food venues... so I find myself unable to say no.
Though cloudy, the evening is warm and comfortable, one doesn't even need a jacket. The Festival is in full swing by the time we get there. The festival always times itself perfectly: just as the cherry blossoms are falling. Placed within the park, the avenues and walkways are littered with petals, and the smell in the air is devine. Outside of a few food vendors, the Sakura Tea fountains are the only thing that breaks up the large open area. There are benches along the walkway, and tables at the vendor booths, but the area is meant to mingle on the colourful painted stones. People are dressing in bright festive garments, everyone seems to be happy and enjoying themselves.
I'd just finished my first bowl from the new noodle stall, and posting my opinions, when I glance over to the punch fountain... and there she is!
She's dressed in a rather contemporary low-cut jumper that has a Celtic flair to it. The outfit starts white at the top, and fades to darker grey at the bottom. Her black leggings and button-up boots complete the outfit. The boots are vintage Victorian style, yet they don't seem oddly out of place on her. It could be the Celtic Knot-work accents on the sleeves that seems to make the outfit just work for her. There's a sparkling amethyst gem hanging on a silver chain that matches her eyes. The gem draws attention to the fact her low neckline does little to hide her worldly charms. I keep wondering if she's wearing contacts, I've never seen eyes like hers. She seems to glow with the Love Potion tea, and I should known what was going to happen next and leave, but I couldn't. I needed to see her again..
I try to casually watch her as she wanders from person to person, lingering to talk with some, many exchanges are obviously suggestive. It's the purpose of the tea after all, to put one in the mood for romance. Kayla is going on about recent events, but I'm only half hearing her conversation. I'm lost in the flow of Melody's movements. Could it be the tea? Or does she really enthrall almost everyone she comes in contact with? Should I be jealous that they've earned some of her affections? This woman that I barely know, but feel compelled towards. Someone I've only shared one magical night with, but can't seem to get out of my mind. Then it occurs to me, what should I do next? I suddenly feel like a panicked deer, unable to move, not knowing whether I should run away or boldly strike forward....
Then she glances my way, that smile that lights up the world makes my knees weak... I find myself slowly rising to my feet from the table, and being drawn towards her - as if in a trance - I have no control over my actions at this point. Her eyes never leave mine the whole time, as I get within arms reach, she says something in that song-like voice of hers... I don't even hear the words, only that the melody of her voice warms my heart. Next I know I am in her arms, the embrace is warm and deep, her skin is slightly cool to the touch, there is an aroma of some strange fruit that makes her smell intoxicating - reminiscent of the strange drink she had one night that feels like a lifetime ago.
When we kiss, it's like an explosion of fireworks in my mind, it's the most intense feeling I have ever experienced in someone's touch.
Again, the night passes as if in a dream, as we talk about everything and nothing, just enjoying each others company seems enough for me. Somehow that murky purple drink has found it's way into her hands again. We pick up as if we had just seen each other yesterday. We discuss my work, fashion, art, wine, she appears to be quiet the food critic. She goes into elaborate detail on cooking techniques as we munch on some spicy veggy samosas.
She is lively, everything she has to say sounds interesting. We catch up with each other like old friends. How is it that I feel so comfortable around her? I feel like I know everything about her, yet know nothing about her at the same time. She is open about her work, and her passion for art, technology, food, and culture... yet her life is still such a mystery. Where did she come from? Where does she live? What did she do this whole time apart? I never get the full answer. She always seems to dodge questions about her personal life. And while I would like to know, it doesn't seem important to me that there's still a part of her left to discover. It means more of a challenge to get to know her better.
I feel as if I've won a small victory when we exchange phone numbers. She is real! I now have proof that his is not just a dream! I linger over the stylized purple heart she uses for a profile picture. I'm lost in the Celtic design and almost miss her next question. "What?" I ask.
"Now that we know each other better, I would very much like to be your girlfriend." She says in that lovely voice of hers.
I look into those beautiful amethyst eyes and readily agree; anything to keep her with me for just one more moment. I'm in another world of joy at the prospects that we really do now have a relationship.
Though, as dawn breaks, like the last time, she slips from my arms with a kiss on the cheek, and drifts out of sight. As the sun shines on my tired face, I can't believe I stayed up all night again. The sunlight leaves me feeling a bit renewed. I have a relationship, I smile to myself, as I skip on the way home.
Girlfriend.... I've never had a serious girlfriend before. This is new territory on the relationship front. I drag myself out of bed late afternoon... Wow! Did I ever sleep in! In a panic I wonder if last night happened, I glance at my phone. The time on my front screen shows it's almost time to eat supper, when did I last eat?
Never mind, I clear the front screen, go to the contacts, and yes! Her number is still there! Stylized purple heart profile picture and all! She's not just a character of my fantasies and dreams, the ethereal lovely porcelain doll is not just a figment of my imagination, she is real indeed... I sink back into my bed, clutching my phone to my heart, and let go a deep breath of relief.
When I come down from my elation, I stare at the ceiling. I wonder if she's asleep, should I call her? We are in a relationship, right? Why am I so torn? Am I still afraid that this is all still a dream that I'm going to wake up from? I'm frightened by the thought of losing of those soft purple lips, those entrancing amethyst eyes, the soft ivory skin.... a living doll that has captured my heart and soul like no other.
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