My Parent's Reconciliation Vacation (excerpt from Proverbial Woman), Part V

The ride down to the lobby was brief. From the time they left the suite, to their arrival on the ground floor nothing was said between the two them. The silence between them suggestively echoed the heaviness of their thoughts.

Wearing a beautiful pair of Jimmy Choo's Satin Slingback sandals. Complimenting a beautiful peach-colored, Lida Baday's Taffeta dress. She felt as beautiful as she looked as she tapped her fingers on the side of the perfect platinum-toned Badgley Mischka beaded clutch, that she held unto tightly.

Nervously peering up at the descending numbers with a fainting smile transfixed upon her face, she refused to give off any indications as she avoided eye contact. With both being incessantly opinionated, she knew it was going to take some time and sorting of unresolved emotions before they could reach a point of reconciliation.

As the elevator slowly came to a stop the doors quickly opened before the lobby. Within moments the soft lighting and ambiance of the atrium’s tropical setting embraced them in its warmth of openness.

“Shall we?” he cautiously gestured, as he placed his hand against the small of her back and lead her out. As they exited and began making their way toward the restaurant, without warning he stopped and turned to her.

“Look, Rose. Please understand what I’m going through. I’m trying with everything I have in me to ignore the bad things I’m feeling. Despite all that has happened, I’m trying to convince myself what we are doing here is worthwhile. So please, I want you to know if this doesn’t work out, at least I’m making an effort to forgive you. I just need for you to understand I’m giving my all right now.”

Moved by his tender plea. With tears streaming from her eyes, she slowly replied, “If it is worth the effort, then it is worth following through.”

Touched by her tender response, he hesitantly reached over, and with the palm of his hands slowly caressed her face. Then, with a soft, sweeping motion of his thumbs, tenderly removed the tears from beneath her eyes.

“I love it when you touch me like this,” she added, as he began to tenderly graze the curvature of her silhouette with the tip if his fingers. Beginning beneath her lobes, then slowly proceeding down toward her chin, before sloping down her neck, and then sliding across her protruding clavicles leading up to her exposed shoulders.

Momentarily distracted, the tenderness of moment took him back to what he once felt on those cold, lonely nights without her. There were many late nights I encountered him sitting at the kitchen table reflecting on what they once had.

I can remember times when I left the hospital thinking I should go by the estate and check in on him. Once I arrived and seen the condition he was in, I would end up staying for the entire weekend. It was during those stays when I would get up in the middle of the night to get a drink or maybe go to the bathroom. And every time I would stumble upon him sitting there, just staring off into nowhere.

Out of the solitude of his reflection, he tenderly murmured, “If it be your lips and neck, your shoulders or breast, that upon a touch reminds you of the same images that once faded in and out of the shadows of my mind during my days of loneliness. Then please…may your heart be reminded of the gestures of my love whenever another is judged based upon his show of affection. To know this will be my salvation.”

“That is beautiful. Did you write down any of your thoughts when…?” she suddenly stopped, realizing the delicacy of the situation.

“I guess Angelina told you about my sleepless nights,” he inquired.

“Yes. She told me just about everything. They were only concerned about you.”

“Yeah… I guess. You can’t blame them for that. Besides, you girls always have stuck together.”

“I wouldn’t say all that,” she added. “We have all been through a lot over the past nine months. And I know I have a lot of explaining and making up to do. But they were only trying to help.”

“Lets go eat.” He suggested, as he began to notice patrons watching.

She knew this part of the trip wasn’t going to be easy.