Imagine a perfect relationship. A relationship full of love, passion, respect, tolerance, understanding. Imagine that you wake up to sweet good mornings and go to bed after a good night kiss. Every single day. 365 days a year. No exceptions. No failures.

“Because only with you I learned what happiness is.
And with you I knew this solace and comfort”, he whispered.

Silence was the reply for him.

“Because you were there when I most needed you.
And you stood by me when I failed. And it gave me strength to stand up”, he smiled.

Only gentle wind touched his skin.

“Because you made me laugh every time I fell down.
Your radiant smile was sunshine of my life”, he wept.

Only clouds were the witnesses of his tears.

I have not posted any stories recently and it has reasons. Firts, being sick for more than a week, did not really leave me with any options other than bedrest, so no writing. Second, I was busy with other stuff and fiction writing somehow took a long pause. But today I wanted to post here a story. A FICTION one. It is an old one written more than a year ago but it is one of my most favorite stories even if not one of the best ones. Inspired by the song by Hinder “Lips of an angel”, again one of my favorites. They both make me cry, the song and the story. Or maybe that’s just my mood.

“One bottle, two bottle, three bottle,” Andy counted examining unfamiliar labels.

“Bottles.” Miley corrected.

“What?”

“Three bottles. Plural,” she explained without looking at him. She just had taken up plurals at school.

I love you, he whispered. She was sleeping and couldn’t reply but he knew she felt the same. He kissed her gently on her cheek and left the room casting one more glance at the sleeping angel. His angel.
He went down to the kitchen to make himself some coffee. Soon coffee was forgotten as he submerged deep into the thoughts about HER. He couldn’t stop wondering why destiny presented him with such a gift. A gift of pure unconditional love. A gift of the miracle being in his life. His …

“Do you think it is normal to talk to yourself?” Stella asked looking at Jason out of the corners of her eyes.
“Ummm…” Jason seemed to be amused with her facial expression.
“So what do you think?” She asked again.
“About what?”
“About what I just have asked.”
“And what have you asked?”
“I have asked if…” Stella began … but then she realized he was teasing her. “Stop it, you idiot.”
“Stop what?” He asked pretending he had no idea what she was talking about.
“Whatever you have in your mind, just stop it.”
“So…” A smile flitted …