As time momentarily ceased its wicked game, I stood there in the heat of her gaze. Naked. Just bones. Less than bones, a soul squirming before the watchful eye of God. She was still my girl, and I was still her boy, and even though we were older, and our bodies had begun their gradual slide into the great celestial grave, just the sight of her put the feels into my heart. She didn’t move, and neither did I. Her eyes bore into mine with no trace of emotion on her face save for the slightest almost invisible trembling of her lower lip. I opened my mouth to speak, and then decided against it. In her arms, she held an old cat that looked at me with a hint of recognition, and of which I in turn recognised but from where I couldn’t quite say. What might’ve been strange for someone else but was entirely acceptable for her was the hamster perched on her shoulder eating cotton candy. It munched on the stuff oblivious. I didn’t know how she’d come to be here and yet somehow, I did, for although her journey was hers and hers alone, we were one and the same, and wherever one of us had been, the other had passed through that way too. The world had changed—we had changed—yet the connection between us was as electric as it was the moment we first met.
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It’s the way that someone make s you feel, even if you were apart for awhile, when the two if you reconnected, it’d felt like no time had, passed…
Exactly. Those connections never go away no matter how much time has passed.
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Really emotionally brilliant, I love it
Thank you! So pleased you do.
Can this get any more beautiful?
Ooh, I do hope so! 😉 x
I am sure it will. You never disappoint!
Here’s hoping! 🙂