She
My first ever attempt to express how I felt about a young woman last year. I know I am not much of a writer but hay, got to try sometimes!
"She"
The morning starts as it does everyday; I wake though not quite done with sleep. I reach across the bed, hope to steal a few more minutes in her embrace but she’s not there. Still not quite released from slumbers grasp I wander into the bathroom looking for her. She’s not there. Now awake, I remember with a sad sigh, she is only there in my dreams, never in life.
As I stand in the cold empty bathroom, I close my eyes, smile, and think of what it would be like if she were there.
We hurry about getting ready for the day, talking about nothing and everything at the same time. As I slip into the shower, she is there, smiling and laughing, resting her head on my chest as I hold her close. She giggles as I tickle her when I wash her back so I grab her and press my lips to hers. Just as the quick shower starts to turn into something so much more, she slips away with a smile, a wink, and a wiggle that says “Later lover, later”.
We rush about; she is late as always. I grab a quick touch and caress as I can; never wanting to let her go. Then with one last kiss she is gone. Leaving as she always does with me already missing her.
Then I open my eyes and once again, I am alone in a cold, empty bathroom.
The morning passes quickly. I think of her at school; studying, flirting with the boys who are as unable to resist her beauty as I am. I see a smile cross her lips as she solves some problem, knowing she is one step closer to fulfilling her dreams of what her life can be. Am I in those dreams? I pray so.
Midday approaches and I begin to check my phone, knowing she has not called but scared I somehow missed her. Will she call today? Give me a few minutes of her time so I can quell the ache that always comes when she is gone too long? If not, the day drags on and on. Should I call her? No, she is busy with her studies and her life. I shouldn’t bother her. I cry “Please call! I do miss you so”
Perhaps today is one of those when I can steal away for the afternoon and see her. For a few glorious hours we are together, laughing, smiling, stealing touches; kisses
For awhile I feel truly alive and know where my heart wants me to be: with her.
The day turns into evening. Though others are in the house, I sometimes feel so alone because she is not with me. If I am lucky, I get a quick call or text from her letting me know all is well. Sometimes we make plans; giving me something to look forward to the next day.
Finely its time to sleep.
As I lay down, I reach across the bed, wishing with all my heart she were there to hold me, love me, make my life complete. But she is not. Only the cold reminder of a life that was once filled with love and joy.
With a deep sigh, I roll over hoping that this will be the night when I see her in my dreams. As I drift off to sleep, those words I wish to say to her form in a silent whisper on my lips:
I love you
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