Friday, December 20, 2013

I know iv been gone for months, but my first post back will be a story...  I hope you enjoy this excerpt from one of my dreams...        



  "I'll walk you to your room", I said.  Sure, it was only up the stairs and into the hallway of her house, but I wanted to be a gentleman.  I also wanted to spend every possible second I could with her.  Her mother, who had answered the door mumbled something to us about not touching each other as she walked into the kitchen, probably back to fixing that evening's dinner.  I led my love up the stairs, trying to savour every second of her hand around my arm.  As soon as we rounded the hallway corner, she turned and flung herself into my arms and held me tightly.  Almost automatically, I bagan kissing her face frantically, as if she could disappear at any moment.  I needed as much of her as I could get.  She ran her fingers through my hair and dragged them over the shaved side of my head hidden by my beanie.  That was her.  She loved every part of me, and everything about me.  No matter what I did or what I looked like, she loved me always more and never less.  I paused, my gaze magnetized to her hazel eyes.  They say the eyes are windows to the soul.  In that moment, time stood still and I could see every detail in each fiber of colour.  The more I looked at the intricacy before me, the more I understood the meaning of love.  Real, true, innocent, pure love.  I was sucked back into reality by the voice of her mother yelling "is he kissing you?"  My eyes traced her long, black hair down to her fingers and whispered, "Not anymore."  She placed her hands in mine and yelled back, "No, it's my hand."  Holding her hands I held the world.  My world.  My beautiful, perfect world.  Tears neared my eyes as I brought her hand up to my mouth to kiss my most precious possession.  Without thinking, I made for her lips.  She quickly slipped her hand between us and stared at me.  Her eyes speaking in our own language saying, "Wait.  We promised we would wait, and we need to hold to that."  I kissed her forehead in thanks.  She was, in many ways, more mature than I.  She returned the gesture upon my cheek.  I could clearly feel the warmth from her lips emanating with trust.  After another kiss, she escorted me back to the door.  We stood another few minutes on the porch, staring into each other's eyes.  We seemed frozen, like two stones in the middle of a stream.  And for the first time, as the wind glazed her eyes and blew a few locks of black hair across her face, I could not read her.  No emotion, yet every emotion.  No feeling, yet every feeling.  Happiness? sadness? anger? No.  Love.  Abstract, matricized, ambiguous love for me. And that was the extent of what I could see on her face...  She broke our stillness by reaching for my hand.  Her mouth played an optimistic smirk as she threaded her fingers between mine.  With her heart in my hands, and my hand holding hers, we walked down the street and into our future.

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