Intimacy
written by amethyst arellano(me) on nov. 18th, 2022, originally posted on Ramblings of a Mediocre Writer on Quotev; 311 words
each morning and every night, visions and dreams danced around in the swell of my mind. visions of her.
it started out with just dreaming of her face, her voice. but as time passed, the dreams progressed, showing me more than that i could have ever imagined.
i dreamed of being with her, making light conversations and telling stories, those that could shatter your soul and heart and those that could mend your broken pieces and leave you laughing so hard you're fighting tears, clutching your sides as you struggle for air.
i dreamt of comforting her whenever she's upset, whispering words of comfort and terms of endearment to her, brushing her hair back so i could see her face.
i dreamt of holding her as we lie in intimate positions, our bodies pressed together, our legs and hands tangled with each other, breathy sounds eliciting from our mouths as we move in perfect harmony.
i dream of laying next to her and falling asleep, our hands intertwined as we sleep next to each other in pure bliss, content with the other's presence.
i dream of waking up next to her, sleepy eyes opening as i look over at her and watch her sleep soundly, my lips curling into a smile full of adoration. i caress her cheek with the tips of my fingers, gently pushing her hair out of her face, watching as the sun peaks through the curtains and lights up her features, leaving her softly glowing, looking like an angel on earth.
i dream of all of these things, but when i awake, i am alone, completely and utterly alone. the girl of my dreams wakes up on the other side of the world, unaware of these emotions building and welling up inside me, carrying on with her day, living her life apart from mine.
