You Are There, I Am Here
Miles apart, he closes his eyes and wonders if she’s thinking of him too. Torture lives in the quiet now, but her memory still finds him each night.
Miles apart, he closes his eyes and wonders if she’s thinking of him too. Torture lives in the quiet now, but her memory still finds him each night.
As daylight fades into the moon’s shadow, he lies awake aching for her touch, dining in sleep on memories of two lives already intertwined into one.
A vow made in plain words: to hold, to comfort, to carry each other’s doubts and fears. Not grand promises, just steady devotion, secured by nature’s own perfect timing.
No distance, no obstacle, nothing standing between them changes the pull. They are magnetic, drawn back together the way certainty always finds its way home.
He still can’t explain the logic of it, only that he gets to call the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen his, and that alone undoes him.
Her face finds him in the clouds now, uninvited and everywhere, absolving whatever trouble the day has handed him before he even notices it’s gone.
He arrived lost, certain love wasn’t for him, until fate treated him like a child finally handed the parents he’d been searching for all along.
Her kiss lingers the way fragrance lingers in a room long after the flowers are gone, quietly filling every corner of the house of his heart.
At breakfast, lunch, and dinner, she is somehow still there, uninvited and inescapable, filling every quiet space his mind tries to keep to itself.
He never believed love was real until she rewrote the story, turning a fairytale he’d dismissed his whole life into the one he now tells.