Aug 2019
The day greeted her with the morning sun
As dew turned to tiny droplets and mist disappeared while the light appeared, it was evident that it was a new day.
She turned to her side and her skin was met with the cool touch of her lover.
She was facing him but he was facing the other direction but she didn’t hesitate to pull him into position so her lips could converse with his and their eyes could get reacquainted after what just felt like the first kiss - she was happy.
Her soft morning voice mustered up the strength to say good morning and he chuckled and looked her dead in her eyes, almost in disbelief that she was his.
“Good morning” he whispered
His smile painted the room
It got bigger with every second she spent looking in his direction
She giggled because she should be used to this but all of this feels just as new as the day that’s just started - they were falling in Love all over again
She played her hands along his face
The tenderness of her hands provoked the goosebumps on his neck and body with cold shivers leaping around his body, and butterflies learning to fly for the first time in his belly - he was in love all over again.
“Do you know why I love you so much,” he asked.
“I never get tired of hearing you tell me why,” she responded.
Just as he was about to start telling her why he loved her so much, a loud roaring sound pierced her ears, and she could hardly hear anything or make sense of what was happening and she looked at him for help but he couldn’t be bothered, not because he didn’t care, but because it was a dream.
She woke up to the loud piercing noise being her alarm and she turned it off and tried to fall asleep again to let her dream take off from where she left off but it was just a dream.
Days earlier, she ran back to the love of her life. She was a day too late. The man of her dreams was just that. The man of her dreams. Time wasted was never time recovered. When she searched, she couldn’t find. When he searched, she didn’t want to be found.
He waited.
And waited.
The day he stopped waiting was the day she decided to stop running from what was destined. Destiny, like time, waits for no one. A harsh reality of our time. What once was, won’t always be.
Don’t be a day late.
As dew turned to tiny droplets and mist disappeared while the light appeared, it was evident that it was a new day.
She turned to her side and her skin was met with the cool touch of her lover.
She was facing him but he was facing the other direction but she didn’t hesitate to pull him into position so her lips could converse with his and their eyes could get reacquainted after what just felt like the first kiss - she was happy.
Her soft morning voice mustered up the strength to say good morning and he chuckled and looked her dead in her eyes, almost in disbelief that she was his.
“Good morning” he whispered
His smile painted the room
It got bigger with every second she spent looking in his direction
She giggled because she should be used to this but all of this feels just as new as the day that’s just started - they were falling in Love all over again
She played her hands along his face
The tenderness of her hands provoked the goosebumps on his neck and body with cold shivers leaping around his body, and butterflies learning to fly for the first time in his belly - he was in love all over again.
“Do you know why I love you so much,” he asked.
“I never get tired of hearing you tell me why,” she responded.
Just as he was about to start telling her why he loved her so much, a loud roaring sound pierced her ears, and she could hardly hear anything or make sense of what was happening and she looked at him for help but he couldn’t be bothered, not because he didn’t care, but because it was a dream.
She woke up to the loud piercing noise being her alarm and she turned it off and tried to fall asleep again to let her dream take off from where she left off but it was just a dream.
Days earlier, she ran back to the love of her life. She was a day too late. The man of her dreams was just that. The man of her dreams. Time wasted was never time recovered. When she searched, she couldn’t find. When he searched, she didn’t want to be found.
He waited.
And waited.
The day he stopped waiting was the day she decided to stop running from what was destined. Destiny, like time, waits for no one. A harsh reality of our time. What once was, won’t always be.
Don’t be a day late.
