Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Stars... they shine so bright...

"Do you think we could stay here forever? Gazing at the stars?" she asked him with a smile on her face and wet eyes, nestled into his arms, lying on the dewy, soft, green grass in the cold, breezy night.

"I think so, if that's what you want, yes," he replied, kissing her forehead and hugging her more into himself.

"That's exactly what I want," and she looked into his eyes. She didn't know him, yet she knew he means something to her.

There was so much that she wasn't telling him. But she didn't need to. He understood exactly what her eyes were masking. She wanted that. She yearned for that all her life. To be understood. To be understood down to her deepest thought, her deepest soul.

She looked away, and he made her rest her head on his chest, cuddling her, protecting her, caring for her, giving her warmth. Stripping her of her worries, he wanted her to be at peace, he wanted her to experience happiness.

"Good things always come to an end," she said as a matter-of-fact.

"Do you think the stars will shine tomorrow as bright as they are today?"

"Why wouldn't they, love?"

"Coz they aren't real, just like you're not," she looked at him and smiled, as he vapourised into thin air, leaving her alone, on her bed, on a dark gloomy day. She woke up from her dream.