She is All.
She's all that I think about.
I am consumed by thoughts of her
every hour,
every minute,
every second.
I remember the night.
The night where the clouds and the sky enveloped us like a quilt as I laid down next to her.
In this one moment, my entire body was acutely aware of one thing and one thing only - her lying right beside me.
The touch of her arm next to mine raised goosebumps on my flesh,
the scent of her hair intoxicated me,
the melody of her laughter washed over me like the surf of a beach.
She was lying there, right next to me.
We made fun of the clouds and laughed at the shapes they mimicked, we watched the sky as lightning put on a show for us.
It was a dream, it must have been. Nothing this wondrous and beautiful could exist in this reality.
I should wake, but I feared this euphoric dream would end.
But under our quilt of sky and clouds, and between our bodies,
I found the one thing that proved to me it wasn't a dream.
It was real, and it is beautiful.
Her hand in mine.
Delicate yet tight in embrace,
I held onto her hands.
It was a link,
a connection,
a bond
that will forever bind us across moments
that will surely be as resplendent as this.
My body next to hers, her hand in mine.
Everything is complete.
