Mending Broken Hearts

39. Moments

**Ahem** Reader discretion advised. Steamy moments ahead.

June 2020

Omar

Life is nothing but a series of moments.

I may never be a perfect man, or have the perfect life, but with Madi, I knew I would always have the perfect moments.

Moments like the one where she stood on the opposite side of the road as my soulmate and guiding light. Her beauty and grace captivated me, lifting my spirits and igniting a cascade of emotions that reverberated through every fiber of my being, setting ablaze every nerve ending in my heart and brain.

I saw her, in her black work pants and turquoise silk shirt, waiting for the pedestrian signal to turn green. Then I watched her hurry across the road. Beautiful black curls bouncing on her shoulders, mesmerizing eyes focused on mine. She wasn't smiling. Smiling would have been too simple a gesture. Instead, she was an amalgamation of relief and longing, desires and dreams, holding me hostage as I stood, unmoving, waiting - for her.

Now and forever, my wife. 

A second later, I found myself enveloped in the tender embrace of her softness. Her arms wrapped around me. Exotic notes of her scent tingled my senses, pulling me from the depths of my trance and grounding me once more in the palpable reality of the moment.

The perfect moment, amidst a bustling crowd of travelers, where we stood intertwined, our embrace unhindered by any reservations. It was a union that felt destined, a realization of God's intention for us.

I tightened my arms around her form, pulling her closer. She nestled her face deeper into my chest. I was lost in the softness of her thick curls, inhaling the floral fragrance of her shampoo.

We stayed in that silent embrace, because words can never be enough to capture the essence of a perfect moment. Those moments transcend language, settling deep within our souls. So, we chose the stillness, our unspoken connection resonating through the rhythmic beats of our hearts and the synchronized cadence of our breaths. We existed in harmony, two parts seamlessly forming a complete whole, defiantly achieving it the midst of the tumultuous world around us.

Eventually, she pulled back, looking up at me, her gaze shimmering with tears. A subtle smile graced her pretty face.

"Omar..."

My name tumbled off her lips so serenely, it made me want to cover hers with mine, but that was not the time nor place for it. Resisting the urge, I tore my gaze from her lips to the captivating depths of her dark brown eyes.

She gently placed a hand on my cheek and whispered, "I missed you so much."

"Come closer," I drew her back, reluctant to release that perfect moment just yet. My voice was thick with emotions when I whispered in her ear, "I missed you even more, Madi."

Once more, her arms tightened around me, her form seamlessly melding with mine. I closed my eyes. A silent prayer escaped my heart, beseeching Him to shield our love from the world and protect my wife from all of life's adversities.

I could have stayed like that with her forever, except her pager went off, forcing us to pull apart again. "Its Kylie, she's covering my service. I need to call her back. But I can do it from my car," Madi said, her lips finally molding into a full blown smile. 

She grabbed my carry on, and let out a small laugh, "How much stuff did you bring back? I thought guys didn't travel with much."

I pulled the two larger suitcases behind me and carried my backpack to the car, as I replied, "All my things fit into that carry on. These bigger bags have your things in them, that Ami sent. And my back pack has the jewelry she wanted you to wear today."