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Fantasy Love |
| Written by Kayla | |
| Thursday, 19 June 2008 | |
You stand alone on the porch, looking at the too-familiar full moon. How many times had you stood here, in this spot, staring at the moon? And a full moon, too. Only, this time, half of you is missing.... The way the wind gently moves through your hair reminds you of him. You shiver. It's cold without him. Your heart thumps louder, telling you he'll be back, telling you he's not dead, telling you that he did really love you...that he'll come back.... He isn't coming back, your mind argues. It was a fantasy, a very real, unforgettable fantasy. Overwhelming emotions of love and hate grab hold of you. Stubborn, unwilling belief washes over you. With a sob you drop your head into your cold hands. Again, you shiver. You really should have brought a sweater outside. You suddenly feel warmth. Someone takes your shoulders into their hands. You gasp. The warmth moves to your ear, whispering, "I'm here." You spin around, and find yourself staring into those eyes; the eyes that caressed you with appreciation and took you in four months ago. You don't know what to say. The sight of him takes your breath away. Your hands fly to his face, his hair, memorizing what you already know to be true. "You didn't think I'd stay away, did you?" His voice is barely above a whisper. With a smile, you shake your head. He brushes away a strand of hair from your face. His finger trails down your nose to your lips. Then he takes your face in both his hands. Knowing his full intention, you lift your cool lips to his in a kiss meant only for lovers who had spent too much time apart and were ready to spend the rest of time together. You put your arms around his neck to bring yourself closer to the man you love so deeply. He lifts you up and spins you around with a laugh. You laugh with him. Before he puts you down he kisses you once more. "I'm sorry." But you shake your head. He didn't have to apologize. He leans his forehead against yours; your fingers are linked by your sides. He moves his lips to your forehead before drawing you into a warm embrace. You move your hands around his waist and up to his shoulders from the back, resting your cheek against his chest. He tightens his arms around your shoulders, securing you to him. You feel his lips on your hair. And then for a while you just listen to each other breathe. "That's some moon," he says quietly. You smile. "It's a good thing I didn't miss it, eh?" You hear regret masked by humour. As if to comfort him, you squeeze him gently. "I'm glad you're back." You wait for an answer. "Me too." He sounds like he is going to say more, so you hold your breath. "I'm not going to leave again. Ever. I promise you that." "Okay," you mumble. He seems satisfied with that answer. He takes a wisp of hair between two of fingers and drags them along it. "What do you say we watch the moon, Sunshine, because, frankly, none of the stars compare to you," he sings into your ear. How many times had you heard those words? But this time, they went straight from his heart to your own. He turns you around then leans his hands on the railing, trapping you in between his arms, between a rock and a hard place, so to speak. You smile to yourself. Your fantasy comes true. Again. Copyright 2008 Kayla |
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