Ether of Our Hearts....

Vitality

And so I fell in love...five days...five adventurous...wonderful...beautiful days life had grown out of nothingness...and had reverted to a darker kind of life...into reborn one, which I can share it with again. Worthiness...the thing that I have questioned, if I should have. Art thy worthy of it? Is God giving me another chance...

I stretched my arms across my pillow, with numbed fingers. Brown strands of hair, draped over my forehead to my eyes. Partially blinded, I still managed to get impaired by the timid dying light from my lava lamp.

It wasn't that bright, but I still blocked it with my one hand, that slowly started regaining feeling again. The small stings, reminded me of the traces of pain that I felt in that drea...my...place. As I thought about feelings, returning my back's touch on the bed comforter, my gaze was once again shot to the plain white ceiling. It was like staring at a blank canvas, I imagined myself making up stories many times just staring at this nullity of an overhead interior. Flashbacks of the painful last minutes of that moment quickly changed; am I feeling that again? The wistful affection....nostalgia....thought I was passed that stage already...but just that small moment...the name I had came up with, Mamoru.... the one that protects, and guards, my heart...

"If only, you were here..." I sigh, and turn to my side yearning more sleep.

Stretching, I release the tension from my body and also the circulation of my blood returned. I was comfortable once more, and ready to keep this pose for a while. My eyelids weigh down, shut and I feel myself getting heavier along with the rest of my body again. Before I enter that weary state once more, a small haze of blue stops me from settling in. They are close to shut now, but whatever has me focused on that color...it's deep yet it reflects off like the moon...soft and...a hand? There was a strange realistic feeling...not as if I was sleeping, I was still very much awake. By now, I could tell the difference between the two places environment. Gentle fingers were playing on my neck, caressing the back of my ear. It's comfortable...I know this touch...wait a minute...I know this touch...compassionate....considerate...affectionate...the besotted touch of the one who loves me. I quickly grab the arm that's giving me prosperity, and hold on with relaxation. My eyes drew wide open, and the smiling face of Mamoru...he's there. He is really, here now....Am I dreaming...I wanna laugh at myself for saying that...

"Mamoru..." I say his name with a slight voice crack, which screeches like I'm about to cry. "You're here, by my...you're-

Grabbing my confused hands, Mamoru places them on his perfectly soft cheeks. They feel the same as his arms, when they're wrapped around my waist.

"Is this..." he stops, to stare into my eyes. "What if feels like....to have you so close...to be in love...with only you..." words sounded like poetry.

"Oh, my Mamoru....I just love to hear your voice, so clearly. And to see you in my world. I don't ever want to separate from you."

Our smiles matched each other, so did our happiness. Neither me or Mamoru could keep our hands off each other. I drew his abdomen in with my thin legs, as he curled his under my backside. Our faces were so near, that he decides to rest his nose on mine subtly.

Then I began to wonder. "How did you, get here?" my thumbs rub his cheeks back and fourth, questionably. "Did...I..."

"You gave me a name. Completing my identity, you reached out to me...." His shoulder lowered.

I wondered what he was doing in the odd position he was making, when a poke on my left breast alarmed me. My heart, beats faster when i realize that his finger is on mine for this long.

"With you're heart." those soft spoken words of his...the impact that they always had on me...

"Yes, you're absolutely right." I tell him with joy.

His finger, slides down my breast slowly..the lower it goes, the more breath I take in again. I sigh. "Mamoru, you need to control yourself sometimes..."

"Of course..." Leaning in he left a small kiss, on my lips. "I won't, be able to."

"Ah..."

The sound was a mixture of awe, and disappointment, but mostly just bewilderment. Is it wrong...that I want him to keep holding me...