Though hundreds of miles apart, I long for the day to be intoxicated by scent of your skin, the hoarseness of your voice. Though miles apart I am always by your side, in your heart as you go about your daily routines. Though hundreds of miles apart, you are all I see.
I could be the one that you'd sleep with every night. Yes I could be her; I'd love to be her again. Instead our shared glances are projected through screens, damn tease that I can see you, hear you, but cannot feel you. We’re forced to make due, as I go back, night after night to "the place."
"We can always come back here baby," you had said again, holding me absently brushing the hair out of my face. I can feel it again when I close my eyes. Behind the darkness I can feel your fingertips brush up against my flesh. The feel of sheets tangled at my feet. Behind the darkness, I am whole again.
But reality strikes, and I'm scared. I'm tired. I'm sick of letting you go.
Your hand found mine and gave it a gentle squeeze. Oh! If words could be expressed in that moment of pressured skin, that squeeze told me the world. Our interlaced fingers spoke volumes of a love accidentally discovered nearly one year ago.
A love that began so uncertain discovered at the bottom of a black cup of coffee on a chilling autumn day. A love that is living proof that dreams can be reality for the cynical as well as the hopeful. It is living proof that passion is not just a word.
Gently, as to not "awake" me, you lift me higher upon your chest and softly place your lips upon my forehead. I stir and shake a little before turning again, placing my cheek upon your chest. You laugh a little and pull the blanket around me tighter, knowing how easily I get cold. But I'm never cold around you; your warmth is all I need.
With the most amount of tenderness your rough hands could muster, you gather me in your arms again and in my lightest sleep, I hear you sigh
"My perfect Sin..."1
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he THOUGHT i was sleeping
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He THOUGHT you didn't hear. Nice write, Sin. I can't think of anything else to say...O.O -
Amazing
Sin ive been telling you forever that i love your writing and this piece is no different it is heart wrenching my heart breaks and i cried i cant wait to read more
love britt
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