Dream date

Dream date

The dream date is never about an unique place, extra luxury dinner, spontaneous skydive or anything too much, boarded to be fake. The dream date is all about what our hearts want, it is about true love. The inner luxury even rich people cannot afford sometimes. The currency of honesty, decency, which money don’t equal. The dream date could be unbelievable cheap , but carrying so much emotions and laughter that you wouldn’t exchange it for a five star hotel dinner in a Gucci dress. Said shortly I am sure that the dream date for everyone- rich or poor, is the date with someone they fell in love with, and as long it is both side feeling , you can make the most incredible night, and it lasts all night long!

Isla was heading towards Sinclair’s house , carrying her suitcase. She was going to her first date with him, after knowing him and being best friends with him for nineteen years. They were both in their late thirties. It wasn’t suppose to be only a date. He invited her to live with him. They had no other way, as the whole country was in a lockdown and they couldn’t go out and have normal relationship. They were about to become a household tonight, hopefully lasting till the end of their lives.

She was thinking about him all the way to the house, about his voice, eyes, everything she liked about Sinclair. She waited for so long to be happy and finally she got the chance. In a lockdown , when people were loosing their lives to a deadly virus, her life was just beginning. The longing she was carrying all these years was about to be met and released and all the love and sexuality she got trapped in unhappy relationships were about to set free tonight and free her mind of their weight. Her heart was always heavy, tonight it felt light as a feather. She knew- after this evening she will never be sick again, she will be so happy that no decease would be able to come and stay.

Isla was at his door at 08:20 pm. She moved her long red hair back, took a deep breath and knocked . It was like he knew she is there, he opened the door at the very second of the knock. His big black eyes met her hazel , smiling eyes. No words needed, they were speaking with their eyes, telling each other how happy they are to be together.

- Come in- invite her Sinclair. - I cleaned the whole house for you. The best thing I ever did in my life.

- After your kids- said Isla.

- Yes, I meant the best thing I did for you and for me.

- It is the dream house for me- said Isla- it is all like in a dream.

- No, it is real. Told you I will find a house for us, in a nice neighbourhood and I did all the work on the house - tiling, plastering, carpeting, furnishing. Today is my first night here as well as yours. It is our first night.

- A dream date in a dream house!

- Indeed. And I have more surprises. You deserve so much , Isla! I will give you everything you deserve and even more, I want to see you happy.

- You don’t have to do anything, just stay here. Your presence is making me happy.

- I know, but you will get extra effort from me and extra happiness, you will see.- Sinclair smiled.

Isla stepped in the new house and her new life with a smile on her face- glowing , true , wide smile. No hesitation, no doubt.

The whole evening Sinclair made her feel special. He was joking, he was complimenting her , or it was only his warm glance never moving off her eyes. He cooked Isla’s favourite wagyu T- bone steak with homemade peppercorn sauce. Combined with her favourite Merlot- a bottle of Jetbird with the flavour of strawberry , Raspberry, Cherry and Baking spices. Did I say a bottle? Forgive me , it was a whole pack of ten bottles. Throughout the evening they drank ten bottles of the wine. Sinclair was filling the empty glasses until the wine was gone. Isla and him were dancing with the glasses , spilling it here and there until they were left on the bedside table . Then Sinclair held her face in his hands, stared in her deep eyes and said:

- I love you, Isla! I always did! Forgive me I made you wait and let me make it up to you!

Then he kneeled and proposed. He carried her into the bed, satin sheets and pillow cases. She barely felt any of it, all she could feel was Him. His eyes, his smell, big lips , his skin touching hers. The warmth of his breath and softness of the hands. The strong and hard arms wrapped around her , securing her. Sinclair had a way to her, had a way to take out all the inner glow and release pleasure of her body and it was all coming from the fact that he was her best friend for the last nineteen years. She trusted him. Isla was feeling safe with him- safe to laugh, to sing , to dance, to be herself. This inner connection with herself, was actually the invisible string connection her to Sinclair. And the base of their friendship was actually a foundation of very strong bond and relationship nobody could severe. Not even both of them. They were about to stay together for the whole eternity. Their bodies, their minds their souls were all one . His touch was making her go crazy and out of her own mind, where she was reaching his. And in the epic of this physical culmination the fire of their matching souls was born. Sinclair was black , tall. Isla was tall as him, but white - ginger. The beauty of their bodies, wreathing upon each other was better than a piece of art, better than the symbol of Yin and Yan . Their connection was representing the beauty of difference in their bodies and the one their souls had become this night. Night of Love, Wine and Passion.

They were making Love all night. They could wrap so much in one second that it felt they had the whole universe for themselves that night. And when you truly love, one universe is not enough. It is just the start of the journey.

Isla was waiting to feel a magic like this one all of her life. So much pain , so much stress and no hope and now it all fell down in place. She knew that no matter what life will give them, they can make it together. Either a child, no children, low finance income, another pandemic, long distance between them or even death . Isla knew that whatever comes next he would live inside her forever and she wouldn’t miss him. Isla was fearless, and this is what love is- no fear. No fear at all.

She woke up the next morning in Sinclair’s arms. The sun was shining through the window and it’s rays were lightening his face.

Isla smiled , sat on the bed and saw the shine of her engagement ring reflecting on the glass of wine , left on the bedside table. The other glass was lying on the floor. She picked it up, there was a little bit of wine left, big enough for a final sip. She closed her eyes, took the sip and sighed . Then came back to his arms.

Sometimes our life is drowned in darkness, pain, despair and all of this lasts a long time. But there is always hope, a way out of it. And it doesn’t matter how bad it was , but how better it can get. There are good people, and good people always find each other. One form or another. They are connected by invisible string and their paths cross sooner or later. Everyone of us choose what to be and what to believe in. It defines our personality. And both of them lead to our actions or may be our actions define who we are and what we believe in. It is one and same, the circle of life, the circle of repeating. True love doesn’t happen to everyone. Dream dates either. And if it happens, it is miracle, an act of magic, showing us the consequence of who we are. If we carry the magic, we will feel it. If we are good , we will feel the magic. Bad people don’t feel, that is why they hurt. They feel no hurt, no pain, no sadness and worst of all - no regret.