I have this dream, it's beautiful. He and I and our messy, wonderful, complicated future. Babies and lazy Sunday's and romps through forests and sunshine filled meadows.
I have this dream, it's beautiful. He and I -- against the odds we survive and love and live and create the most incredible life.
I can see it and it's just, ::JUST:: out of reach. I get caught up in the what-ifs and if-onlys and hope and hope and hope.
I have this reality, this present, it's beautiful. He and I and our real, honest, easy, overwhelming love. I have his back and he has mine and we trust and love and compromise and talk....and ::GODS:: when we kiss...when we kiss nothing else matters and nothing else exists except for his soul intertwined with mine.
Grey eyes with just a hint of blue, like where the sea meets the sky and a storm is rolling in. Sandy hair shorn close, her pixie cut matches her impish grin. Mischievous, she leaves you wondering if you should take her hand and run away with her, or turn and run away as fast as your feet can carry you. Smart as a whip, quick wit, her words can cut like a razor when she wants them to.
I feel strong arms and hot flesh wrap around my body as you surround me, and safely cocooned by your body I sigh, content.
I feel warm breath and soft lips brush against my neck as you whisper to me,
and happy here I dream of more, so much more.
It took me weeks to work up the courage to tell you, first quietly squeaking out that I haz the feels, watching you grin as I struggle to speak a truth you've already known. I fell for you weeks ago and you've been waiting for this.
Now, safe and warm and surrounded by you, I listen to your snores and once I think you're asleep I whisper the truth. I love you. So quietly I barely hear it myself, yet, somehow you did, and you pull me in closer and kiss me and "I know"....
I fall fast and hard and often and my heart has taken more chances than most.
Here I am, handing it over to you freely...and you handle it so gently.
I told you once to never say it unless you were absolutely sure.
So, okay, you aren't there yet. These things can take some time, after all.
Except, except I feel it when you pull me in for yet another goodbye kiss, not knowing when our next hello might be.
I told you once not to ever hurt me. Now you're trying to protect us both.
Except my foolish heart and my foolish brain are in cahoots and I can't help but dream of a future with you. I'm not even trying to stop the dreams from coming, now.
I miss you terribly when we are apart, and ache to be near you, with you, always. You occupy my mind and sneak into daydreams and this...this must be a good thing.
Look up and tonight glimpse a passing bit of light, distant echoes of a world a lifetime away from here.
But here, the gleam of ancient starlight is obscured by the glare of orange street lights-- harsh light that pushes the darkness, and light, of the night beyond our limited vision.
I see lights, blinking, patterned, mechanical and artificial, satellites in orbit that, too, obscure the view.
Have you seen the Milky Way?
On the beach of a reef island still isolated from the obstruction of mechanical lights.
It's vast, greater than her perception of ocean by infinite orders of magnitude.
There, away from man-made light she walked the shores on a moonless night by starlight echoed in luminescent waves, and finding that the darkness was not so dark and wondering why we hid behind the light.