"Waiting is a sign of true love and patience. Anyone can say "I love you," but not everyone can wait and prove it's true."
10 Years
I could still feel his tender touch against my skin. His deep alluring yet tranquillising cobalt blue eyes boring into my soul. His husky low voice whispering nothing but endearment melodies into my ear.
His blond shaggy hair brushing softly against my forehead. His lips slowly reaching for my eyelids as he kissed them hello. I could still feel it as if it was only minutes ago...
I traced my finger swiftly against my lips, with my eyes closed, still feeling the heated passionate kisses we had shared. Remembering the emotions that had surrounded me within each time his lips met mine making me melt against his securing arms. Seemed like I was always falling but never down. 'I love you' he'd whisper, over and over again within each part of me, he'd kiss.
He loved me.
I moved my hand away, clutching it closely to my heart, as I opened my eyes softly turning to my left side on the bed. I smiled remembering how he'd always wake up with a smile on his handsome face, pulling me closer to his embrace and kiss me good morning or goodnight as his strong scent tickled my nose causing me to wrinkle it, and gaining another kiss on it in return. He'd touch my hair and play with its ends placing a hand on my cheek and caressing it with his thumb. He was always such a romantic.
I sighed and got out of bed. Checking the time, I smiled once more. It was only 8:30 AM. We'd get dressed together and have our routine morning jog along with Charlie, our cheerful dog. He saved the little fella, he had broken bones and his body was sore. We adopted him and became a family of not only two... but three.
I could still feel it. The way he'd hold my hands and kiss my knuckles... then cheekily call me "m'lady".
I could still feel his soft lips against them. His mere presence around me through everything I do. I could hear his laughter ringing through the halls of my now vacant apartment.
I remember all the soundless music we've danced to and all the lame jokes we've laughed at. I remember the times we've gotten mad, but forgave each other quickly as soon as we heard the other whisper "I'm sorry, I love you".
I walked towards the kitchen and cooked myself some breakfast. "It's the most important meal of the day, eat up!" he'd always say. I never really ate breakfast much, but for him, because of him, it became a habit of mine to never miss it... I can smell the freshly homemade pancakes he'd always make, though, it's only me in the kitchen and a pan.
I guess it's his special recipe that does the trick. I wish he was here, so he'd see how well I've managed to make pancakes as well as he does! Even, though, they always tasted different from his. It's the same recipe, really, but it seems that the food only tastes better whenever he makes it. I guess it's a talent of his or maybe it's only me a little too in love.
It never ceased to amaze me, how he'd manage to make the gloomiest, the happiest. He just had the ability to make the world go around. Especially mine...
He drew the most beautiful memories and I savored each and every one of them. My golden treasure.
I remember the times we had slept under the dark sky with only twinkling stars guarding and watching over us. He'd told me then that even the stars marveled at my beauty. He exaggerated, that I knew, but how can I convince the man that had told me he saw the moonlight enticing only through my eyes?
Infuriated, exasperated, antagonized, I truly was. I couldn't bring myself to hate him.
I wanted to, he broke my heart. But tell me, how can I hate a man that had only shown me what love had meant? He had defined love for me, and love is him. Him and only him.
Feeling the tears dance on my cheeks and land on my thighs, I grabbed a picture that stood proudly on the table. A picture, a memory of only us three. Him, Charlie and I. What a wonderful family we had been. I traced my finger on his face, my eyes now bloodshot, and cheeks damp from all the tears. I sniffed and hugged the frame that held this beautiful in loving memory. I sucked in breath and placed it back on the table and kissed it goodbye.
It was time to go, but my feet were giving me a rather hard time. It's kind of funny how I can't seem to let it go to this day. I looked back at the frame that held on to my agonizing pain that I seemed to love so much and sighed.
I grabbed my keys and walked out. I looked back at the door behind me, remembering the first time he had ever walked in here. He carried me bridal style, "queen style" as he puts it. I giggled at the memory. We both ended up falling on the ground because the door wouldn't open. Not only that but I had forgotten the keys too. With another aching pain in my chest, I closed the wooden doors and started to jog.
The wind hugged my body, making me shiver. I should have worn a jacket. It didn't matter. I continued my jog nonetheless and reached the park where we had first met. We bickered at each other and called each other names. Who would have known that a villain like him and a heroine like me would end up in such a muddle a few years later?
I don't how long it's been, but it surely has been awhile. All I know is that I'd give my soul just to see his face, to feel his embrace, to look into the ocean of his eyes, just one more time. I'd give everything, all that I own… just to be with him again.
It's been 10 years since he'd left.
10 years without him and not a day had passed without his portrait displaying in my mind. He lived in my days and nights. In my thoughts, in my sleep. He lived in the walls of my dreams, and within each wall laid a memory of him that had fractured me to million pieces. Making my world so hollow…I sighed and pinched the bridge my nose.
Time surely does fly… I looked around but found it hard to frown, all these memories only made my lips curl to form a smile.
It's been 10 years… and I still await the day he makes me whole once again.
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