Imperfections

Sitting next to the oversized window, cradling her coffee in both hands, Lydia watched a young couple walking on the sidewalk. The young woman had long, lovely chestnut hair, whipping in the wind and occasionally striking her mate across the face. He didn’t even acknowledge it, and their easiness together led Lydia to believe that they must’ve known each other for a long time. She wondered what it would be like to know someone so well that their body became an extension of your own, their hair slapping you in the face a mere fact of your life and nothing so remarkable as to even comment on.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and she looked up into Ethan’s curious, friendly face. Something in her chest squeezed tightly. In the few days they’d been here, she’d enjoyed nothing more than the warmth of his embrace, lying in the oversized bed cradled in his arms, the two of them creating a warm nest against the chilled wind blowing outside. She had hope- something that had been in