Taken With His Love

Chapter Two

Just the day before John and I had been strolling along this beach holding hands pulled tightly together, the soft summer breeze gently nudging us forward. I stared into his bright green eyes filled with a color of curiosity and hope. We always walked like that. This silence was a safe place for us, we could think, we could calm down, and we could just be happy in this beautiful surrender with only eachother in that one peaceful moment. I loved him, and he loved me too. Last night though, when he died, he took all his love and a big part of me. Only now in these moments without him, have I realized how much I loved and needed him.