Jay brought home Yanni's Love Songs from the library yesterday. I'd never heard Yanni before. What beautiful notes lingered long after the song was over. It was like going on a vacation. But the longer I listened to Yanni the more sleepy I got. I went to sleep listening to Yanni, dreaming of spacious pink sunsets and Marco.
I dreamed Marco took me to the museum where he works. I kept focusing on his Billy Joel eyes and listening to his French. I think. I didn't care what he said. It just felt complete romantic with so many wonderful paintings. Paintings I didn't even try to understand.
But then I looked over my shoulder and saw Jay with my Twin he keeps talking about. They were talking, smiling, so close. It gave me an ache just under my tongue. I kept trying to look away, but I couldn't. I kept watching. Waiting for Jay to pull away, but he didn't. Their embrace was longing and intimate. His chin tucked over her shoulder, and I knew she was breathing in his ear. His hand touched her back, went under her dress. She giggled.
When her hands cradled his pale face, she looked into his eyes as if she put a spell on him. They kissed. Each kiss was more intense than the last.
Finally I looked back at Marco still speaking in a foreign language I couldn't possibly understand. He wasn't near as beautiful as I thought he was from afar.
I looked over my shoulder once more wishing I was her.