For a while, I lived life as if nothing inside me had ever changed. I went about my daily life. I wrote stories and blogs, started new books, worked often and ate dinner with friends. Eventually the visual memories began to fade. I no longer saw those blue eyes every time I closed my own, staring at me, smiling, only a pillow away.
But then he showed up in my life again. It was only for a brief moment - but those memories came to life once more. It was as though all that time had not passed. Everything was renewed. It wasn't the same, and yet it was.
Now I have a new vision when I close my eyes - but it's always been of his blue eyes.
(Not that there's anything wrong with blondes. It's just not me. Last time I was blonde it was for a Halloween costume.)
In random conversation with the Captain and First Officer today, we were talking about mechanical delays. We had a few so far on this trip, and our days were stretched long while our nights stretched thin and sleep stretched to near nothing. Another warning came up before we began to taxi and we had to stop yet again.
"What is it with you two," the Captain asked of us both. "You're cursed or something."
"It's not me," I complained. "Redheads are touched with luck!" I quoted what others had told me of Game of Thrones.
"Redhead?" the first officer chimed in. "You're a redhead?"
"Oh," he said, perplexed. "I thought you were a blonde with your highlights."
I'm never getting highlights again.
Yes, apple juice.
It's still empty.
The can is crushed.
He points at the can.
He nods. Apple juice.
Now it's upside down.
I'll take orange juice.