No matter how much love you have for each other, feelings become dated. Anniversaries become formal dinners and 'I love you' just loses its charm. I brushed my hair and thought about those good old days when dressing up was joyous; the brand of eyeliner, the color of kohl pencil and shiny lip gloss were selected after hours of pondering. Now, they are just essentials on one side of the dresser. Age, sigh! It takes away adrenaline from your love life. Wish there was some magic potion to rekindle that lost romance.
I stacked the brush back, adjusted my coat and added a scarf to beat the cold outside. I walked towards the closet to pick my boots and watched him getting dressed. He looked so fresh and handsome, just like the day I saw him first. He raised his eyebrow pretending to ask. I smiled and sighed. I thought - is this all we have for each other?... a nod and smile to fill such empty moments. I wore my boots and asked if he was ready? He said yes and told me to double check the appliances. Damn, he should have looked at me once! I look nice when I dress up. I checked the appliance, switched off the lights and took the keys to lock the house. He walked past me, too occupied with his phone to even drop a glance.
I closed the door and turned the key to lock it. I threw keys in my purse. He was standing there, replying to some text. I started walking towards the car. Oh no, I forgot the gloves! Party was in a farmhouse outside the city and I knew, my hands would freeze. I started rubbing my hands while he was smiling, maybe on some joke shared by his buddies on WhatsApp group. He came close, without even looking at me, he grabbed my hands into his own and smiled. Just at that moment when I felt he couldn't be more indifferent, he gave me the same feeling which I had eight years back - the first time he touched me. I felt the same warmth, affection, and love. When he moved his fingers between mine, I felt the adrenaline setting my heart beat high and butterflies doing somersaults in my stomach. 'Gosh, this is that magic potion!' I said. 'What?', he asked. 'Nothing', I mumbled.
His touch was the magical potion we needed to keep the spark alive in our marriage, I thought. He held my hand as we walked towards the car and even in the party. Sometimes, it comes down to these little gestures to dazzle your plain days and to bring back the spark in your life. A nod to answer your questions and a touch to show you care.
Later, I sent him this message ~
"To dazzle my days
Drop some hints without saying much
A kiss, hug or a touch"
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P. S. This was in drafts from ages, thought of publishing it today.