Don't tempt me; your lithe swagger, hip-shot stance, black hair and leather jacket.
As dictated by Faranza Syns
I can't help this smile -- this maddeningly infectious smile--from spreading like warm sunshine upon my face at the thought of you.
In my dreams that is.
Yes, you were wearing a pair of hip-hugging jeans. A leather jacket. Hands in pockets, you walked my way.
Just moments before, you held on to me, asking me if I were fine, knowing that I was not.
You said I was strong. That I will get over it all. That I will brave through the odds and I will turn out fine.
And I find myself wanting to believe you. For once, I felt ... released. Thank you.
Then, for a while, you disappeared. When I saw you again, I was ... deeply touched, to the deepest core of my emotions, by how strong you were by my side. Your strength strengthened me. It was a scary, novel, illuminating feeling. But it was beautiful.
Thank you.
We made a great team. I wished we'd still have this... bond we have, years from now.
Then, you turned your head, looked at me. You smiled. And I can't believe how easily I lose all over again.
You walked this way. I smiled. You smiled.
Funny how dreams could be that perfect.
Love, come out of my dreams. I need you here. Not there; here, deep in my heart.
I need your strength. Your support, your presence.
You. Just you.
With all my heart,
Danielle O'Connor.
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