Memory Notebook

I just love notebooks.

It was a chilly morning, the warm breeze of the ocean came to me

Then I saw her, with her little notebook

I ignored her, with a blank face

But it seems the spirit of the ocean pulled me back

I approached her, with my trembling legs

She slowly turned to me, revealing her face

Then that's it, in front of me is an Angel

I blushed, and she, looking at me with an angelic face

The wind of the ocean slapped my face

As if it wanted me to stop thinking of lustful things

You said: Hellooooo, hey good morning

And I said: Good morning too. . . . . 

We got to know each other

Our names, our school, and our entire lives

We always go to the the same spot where we met

Where we talk for endless hours

One day you met with me crying, with her notebook all torn up

You said: they all ruin it, ruin all my memories

She told me about the journal which her family gave to her

Filled with their adventures, laughs and what to do

As you cry, I hugged you 

I hugged you with  gentle hands

She told me about her deceased family

And how it all happened

In that moment I tried to fight the tears

But I can't, the tears just came out flowing

All I can do that moment is sober, and hug you tight

I carried you back to my rented apartment

And put you down gently

With dried tears in both our cheeks 

And thought about what she shared about her life

As days passed we met at the same place again

This day I got a present for her, I gave it to her specially wrapped by me

She opened it, and saw the little notebook similar to the one she'd lost

She made the face that was about to cry

I said to her: Please let's make our memories of ours

I opened the notebook and write the date today

I said crying: Lets start with this. . .

Then I wrote: This day I loved you- and she wrote the same...

And suddenly a boys voice interrupted: Corrrnnnnnyyyyyy 

But the other one said: Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh

I said to them cheerfully: Alright, time for bed

Then a a women about 30 walked in the door

She said: Darling don't forget to write

She pulled out a little notebook and a pen 

Seeing the first page, written on it was: This day I loved you, and another one on the side

We turned the hundred pages, and wrote down on the blank page: July 27, 2012- Today we told our children our first and only love story of our lives.

Author's Note

Did you enjoyed and understood it. . .

Reviews

[xyz]

must contemplate this one

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

That's so beautiful and innocent and touching. I find you could easily translate/transition to fiction.