Chapter 35
Ella
Saturday
My sister recommended an infinite list of places to go.
I felt like immersing myself in some natural history today.
As I walk down the museum stairs, I watch this couple overflowing with enthusiasm. Hugging, kissing and taking pictures.
Pictures of her hand.
I guess a proposal just happened right here a moment ago. Their happiness catches my attention, and I can’t help but walk all the way to the sidewalk, still staring at them, like a child with no concept of personal space, continually observing the happy couple, a constant smile on my face.
Oh, love. Love and excitement for the future. Have I felt and shown the same excitement that this couple overflows with, when Bill proposed to me in Verryn?
Maybe not everyone feels love the same way. People are always saying how there are different types of love. Or maybe we all feel love the same, but we always think that the others feel it differently.
I stop my spiraling thoughts and focus on how to get back to the hotel, not really remembering which direction I came from, again.
Right across the street is the city garden: Central Park, huge, green, filled with peaceful corners of nature that disguise the city and seem perfect for a date with myself and my book later.
But for now, it’s 3 p.m., and I just want to go to my hotel room, immerse in bubbles, put on music, turn off the phone, and sing to myself.