But imagine lying next to the love of your life, still awake at 3 am, totally consumed by the darkness and the coldness of the night, in silence.
Imagine, after a few minutes later, he decided to talk in a low, husky voice, about how grateful and glad he is to have you, how you are his absolute joy, how imperfect his life could be without you, how desperately in love he is with you. He would reach for your head, pull it close to his chest so that you could hear the constant beat of his heart, and he would play with your hair as he listens to you speak.
And you would tell him how the world wasn't this good to you before him, how you don't want him to change his mind forever, how you want him to always be there by your side, how you will always love him and more every day. Your fingers would run along his chest, his face, his lips, his hair, and you would memorize unconsciously every single detail of his feature by heart.
And he would say nothing, because he fell asleep to your touch- to your words- but that's okay. Because you already know that he loves you, and that's enough for you to sleep to.
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[21/08/16]
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Once Upon A Lone Heart | ✔
PoetryIt's you. It's always you. But it never should have been. --- [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them.] [12/07/18 rank - #480/528 in prose] [17/07/18 rank - #203/556 in prose]
