If only life were a movie.
For their final scene I would choose a soft, balmy night at the very end of that summer with the stars bright and new against an inky black sky.
I would track them as they walked, hand in hand, to a favourite restaurant, bubbling with conversation, hungry for each other, and for food.
I would illustrate them through a dozen loving sequences, oblivious to all around them, cuddled up close, lost in each others eyes, sipping wine.
I would capture a kiss, an impulsive hug on the pavement, illuminated by a fat, silver moon.
I would fade into the credits as they dissolved into each other, heading for home, and the glory of each other’s bodies.
I would call it ‘Endless’ and put their photograph on the front – one they took together in the mirror when their lives were full of laughter.
I would give it to them as a gift to cherish forever. .
Before doing so I would quietly take the last sad, bitter, lonely, tearful, heartbreaking six months of their affair and leave them forever forgotten on the cutting room floor.
If only life were a movie
@ the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Jack Vettriano
This was originally an idea in my Shadows & Dancers (now private) blog. I stumbled across it the other day while looking for something else and reworked it.