My Story

His eyes, clear and glittering, stare deep into my soul. They are clean and pure. He reads the emotions on my face. Sitting at the empty table, hiding in the shadows, the darkness infront of me, he asks me if I am okay, and I reply a steady, 'I'm fine' even though the tears are welling behind my eyes. I look down and feel him moving across the table to sit beside me. Looking to my left, outside the wndow, the rain is blowing across the coutryard. He taps my shoulder and when I don't look up, he lifts my chin so that I stare right at him. He studies my face for a moment, and then wraps his arms around me and I do the same. As I rest my head on his chest, the tears begin to flow from my eyes. He silently strokes my hair and waits for me to regain control. We both depart from the hug, and I wipe the tears from my face. He smiles tenderly as he leans down and kisses me softly on the lips. Times seems to stop and the moments last forever. I run your fingers through his hair and he places his hands sweetly on my waist. Pulling away, he tucks a strand of hair behind ymy ear. This small moment of bliss seems to heal the wounds of so many years.