It was you that I saw when I closed my eyes. It was you that I wanted by my side. You were everything I wanted and so much more. I fell into your eyes every time you’d look at me, lost in their never ending beauty. I could feel my heart skip a beat at the sound of you voice, and stop all together at your laughter. Never has someone meant so much to me so quickly, yet we are not destined for anything more than this moment. This one day of happiness.
You were happy already. A part of a whole. You found your other half long ago. So now I must move on. I’ll wander the streets, the cities, the countries. I’ll look for someone who makes me feel what I felt for you. When I find them, I’ll find my missing piece. I’ll be whole.
In a bed fluffy like a cloud and warmer than the best hug. We lay with our blankets rolled around us like a burrito. I find it impossible to leave. I can feel the kiss of the cold air biting at my face, but my breath mixing with that of the one I love warms the air between us, keeping me warm. I watch as the morning sunlight dances across her face, showing the tiny specks of dust floating around her, like billions of tiny worlds all fighting to be close to their goddess.
We lay embracing and unwilling to extract ourselves from tangle of limbs, falling deeply into each other’s eyes. So peaceful, so at home.There is nothing more that I could ever want, than for this moment to last. I beg with my eyes for her to stay, don’t ever leave me, and I see the same desperate look in her. Her soft and delicate features relaxed and peaceful, but her eyes full of such rich and conflicting emotions, raging like a storm, clashing and fighting for dominance within her. Truly a window into her soul, one that I wish to explore forever.
And then the moment ends. The day begins. Leaving us to go separate ways, alone again. The pain, longing, and loneliness I feel in my soul, that courses through my veins with every beat of my aching heart, returns once more. I know the only cure is to see her again. To once more find myself lost in her love.
I sit gazing up at the stars. So beautiful. They look like they are just out of reach. Like if I could just stretch my arms out a little bit more I could grasp them, and keep their light all for myself. A dusting of clouds rolls in like the blanket of the heavens. Telling the sky that it’s time to go to sleep.
Sometime I imagine that the stars are really night lights for the angles. All begging to stay up for just a little bit longer. I wonder what they must be doing up there. Are they watching me? Wondering what I am doing as I stare up at them. Are they shouting at me to get off this roof and lay down on my bed and give into sleep?
I stare envious into the heavens. Oh how I wish that I could soar through their wonder. I would fly to the pillars of creation and dance while stars are born. The adventures I would have. Why am I forced to live my days here on this planet? Fated to be grounded. Cut off from the stars. Why was I born in this time? In this place? I could have been born in the far future where humans have spread among the stars, able to see it all.
I let loose a cry to the stars. I beg that someone is listening. Please take me from this place. Show me the universe. Show me everything that ever was. Every beauty, every planet, every moon. Let me morn for what is lost, never to be seen again, let me cry at all that is new, at all the things I am unable to see.
For now, I sit on my roof. Staring at the stars. Watching the moon through my trees. Breathing my air. Wishing that I was able to fly.
I hear the crack of thunder and see the flashing lights in the skies. The quiet pattering of rain drops hitting the ground. I listen to the leaves blowing in the rain. The sky lights up as if it is day light and I see the trees outside my home quake at the threatening storm.
I have always loved thunderstorms. They make me feel as if something is about to happen. As if some miracle just took place in the world and the heavens wish the world to know. Each bolt and flash of lightning showing excitement. Every rumble of thunder distant cheering. Every deafening crack signaling another amazing feat!
I am calmed as I listen to the ebbing rain. At first starting slow, only to quicken into a down pour. It makes my heart beat fast, as I dream of the days I would run carelessly threw that warm summer rain, dancing and laughing.
As the storm passes by to treat a new part of the world with its brilliant light show it leaves one last treat. A smell so beautiful yet so fleeting. A world left cleaned by its shower. Dust drifting through the air after leaving its leafy home. Only to find its way to a new home in my memories. Memories of one last summer storm. One last chance to feel like a child again.
Is it love, this feeling that you’ve caused me to feel?
This ache, this sorrow, this feeling deep in my gut that won’t go away, gnawing and growing; scratching at my soul trying to gain purchase.
My thoughts drift to you, and my heart beats against my chest, demanding, aching to find it’s way back into your arms.
My body remembers how it felt to have you with me, arms wrapped around me, keeping me safe.
Did I love you even then? I didn’t want to leave you, if that moment never ended it would be too soon.
But here I am, reminiscing such a beautiful moment with sorrow, longing to return.
You exclaim your love for me so passionately, so certainly.
How could I ever hope to express the warmness, the wholeness that bubbles deep in my core, that fills my body with a raging and boiling mass of feeling.
A thousand words could not even scratch the surface of all that you mean to me.
And yet I find that three words can do the job better than any other.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
With my body, my heart, my soul; you are my everything.
These four images were crafted to show the love of a couple through out their lives. From the fleeting spring of their childhood, to the winter where they spend eternity together.
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