It was something like a dream. Surreal and sweet. Long enough for me to love you, yet too short with an abrupt ending. It was beautiful and unusual, something I’d never done before, something outside the norm. It was ecstatic and calming.
I loved you fiercely with my little heart. Broken and unsteady as it was, it held you at its centre, doing all it could to keep you safely there. We knew we would only have you for a short while, heart and I, but this only caused the feelings to intensify.
I was loved by you, tenderly, gently, in a manner that was new to me. I was caressed in my soul by the warm touch of a love that I longed for, for a long time. I was cradled in arms that felt soft as clouds, comfy as pyjamas and snug as a glove, as though they were created just for me.
I reveled in this short time we had. In the stolen glances and random kisses. In the unexpected bursts of laughter and the fear shared. The fear of the day we would have to seperate and never again see each other.
I wished with all of me that all of it would not just be a wisp. But wishes don’t always come true. Sometimes they remain just that, wishes.
Dru_Dru