Morning comes around as it so often does, and while she sleeps, I get up and go downstairs to put the kettle on. My hangover is cruel. It teases and mocks whereas she’s in a world of her own and I hate her for it, and yet love prevails because that’s how she is. Outside, the cold air gets into my bones and sucks the warmth right out of me as I inturn suck on my cigarette wishing such an addiction didn’t feel so good. When the water’s boiled, I make two cups of tea even though she’ll more than likely not drink hers because she’ll drag out her dreams until midday leaving me to fend for myself while she exists someplace infinitely better than here. Sometimes, while she’s tossing and turning, I sit down on the floor next to her and stroke her hair. Sometimes, when she’s twitching her nose and toes, I take a photo of her on my phone to look at when she’s far from my arms. Going upstairs, I place the cups of tea on the bedside table and then stand there watching over her. How heavenly she seems, and how restful it is to not have to hear her complain and whine as she so often does. Taking her hand and holding it in mine, she opens her right eye and looks at me. The other is buried deep in pillow and closed tight. I ask her how she is, but she just lies there motionless. For a second, she narrows that right eye at me accusingly for having disturbed her rest, but then she smiles and squeezes my fingers, and everything is peaceful once more. Speaking to her softly, she tries going back to sleep, but when I say I love you, she grins like only she does before raising her head and offering me her mouth. The kiss. Our kiss. It means more to me than she’ll ever know.
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Categories: Lucid
This took me to a whole different world. A world of love and dreams. Just wow 🧡
That different world is where I long to be also. I’m so pleased these words resonated with you.
You have no idea how special this is. To me at least. I’ve lived this very scene time and again. Down to every point. It’s a beautiful portrait of two lovers connecting. I want to print this off, read it when I’m feeling especially blue, cherish the preciousness of it. Thank you for sharing.
I’m so touched that you liked this piece. It’s such a small moment, isn’t it? And one that’s overlooked far more than it should be. But as long as we do our best to keep these things close to our heart, we shall never lose.
Lovely.
Thank you.
You’re Welcome ☺☺👍
Somewhere in you is Romantic and it is endearing to read. 🌹💟
That’s very kind of you to say, thank you 🙂
☺😊😁💟
Incredible
Thank you! 🙂
🙂 you’re welcome xo
“Speaking to her softly, she tries going back to sleep, but when I say I love you, she grins like only she does before raising her head and offering me her mouth. The kiss. Our kiss. It means more to me than she’ll ever know.”
I held my breath as I read this.
“The kiss. Our kiss…”
*deep sigh*
❤
It's these small moments.
These seconds and minutes the world will never know of.
Sweet!
Thank you! 🙂
Ahhhh…..this is good.
Thank you, my friend.
I know this scene for I have been there.
This is pure love.
I’m so pleased it reached out to you.
Such small wonders that so many lose sight of.
your piece makes me crave a love like this , pure and beautiful.
Thank you ever so much.
These pure moments are worth more than anything.
Very beautifully written, but i think one of you in this relationship was giving too much while the other takes too much, and eventually, the one giving will become, burned out from getting taken advantage of in the relationship…
Beautiful!
Thank you! 🙂
You’re welcome!