Waking up every morning to a sweet face and a smile that shines more than the sun or the glittering stars of the nights sky, seems like a dream. Have you ever thought of a more perfect way to spend your life? I don't believe you could.
I don't believe alot of things. I don't believe you could ever deny that you haven't thought of that one special person could ever break your heart. The problem with that is, that our minds change. Along with that, the one person that makes us happiest changes. For me, its changed many, many times...
And it breaks my fragile little heart.
My heart isn't made of strong muscle like everybody elses. Its not made of stone like blood-thirsty evil people who have sick minds to match. Its not made of sand, where its just mush and I can't think of a way to mend it to make it stay in place.
Half of my heart is glass.
The other is gold.
And so many times it is shattered and stolen away; and yet, it always ends up back at my door sooner or later, and its always glued back into place.
My one and only question is this:
Where is that one person who I give my heart to, and they give it back? Where is that one person who takes the gold and puts it somewhere where nothing and nobody can touch it or hurt it? Will I ever find that person? I never thought I would.
That is, until he walked into my life.
The day was golden and lucious. My (h/c) hair would blow into my face when the wind brushed beside me. The chill of the wind snaked up my legs and around my arms like ribbons. I welcomed the feel like an old friend.
But what is the cold to me when nobody is there to share its welcoming feeling with me? Even if there is someone I could share it with, where is he? Where is that perfect man? Is he waiting? Am I meant to be alone?
And even so, why?
Then, I turn my head around to face the sparkling blue ocean ahead of me. My eyes caught sight of something precious and beautiful, with the most amazing sparkle I had seen; and it wasn't the sparkling ocean. It was as blue as sapphires and shone like stars in the night sky. Two of them, to be in exact.
I shot my eyes back over to the spot where they caught my eye. Again, the sparkle stunned me as they shone even brighter this time than the time before! Hypnotizing, eyepopping, stunning objects, they were. Orb-shaped, blue eyes!
Eyes? They can't possibly eyes! I have never seen eyes that comely before! But, they're surrounded by an unflawed face , which is shaped by wavy, golden hair. I found myself staring into them, at the face.
I found myself staring at him! Yes, him. I don't think I had ever seen such handsomeness from one man. Ever. The two orbs of sea seemed to be getting closer.
And closer,
And closer,
Until...
"Excuse me, fair lady?" Crowed a voice from in front of me. I shook myself out of my trance and smiled, blushing lightly.
"Sorry, sir. I'll move out of your way." I answered, a slight stammer in my voice.
"No, that's not what I was going to say." He stated, smiling. I perked up and smiled back, rubbing my neck and flipping one side of my hair back behind my shoulders.
"Oh really, now? Then what is it?" I asked him, fluttering my eyes open and closed.
"Follow me." He continued, holding out a hand. I nodded, placing my hand in his and running after him.
Sprinitng towards the sun and until the moon arose, my heart thumped against my chest hard. When the first star popped out, he turned quickly, running off of the sand and into the shining ocean. When the water reached our knees, he stopped and took both of my hands, facing me.
No one but him and I stood on the beach at that moment. Still, even in the darkest of the night, his eyes were sparkling in every way and form. He smiled a perfect smile and put his forhead to mine.
"Who are you?" I whispered. "And what have I done to deserve this?"
"My name, is Francis." He echoed back, wrapping his arms around my waist. "And that is one question I cannot answer. Who would you happen to be, lovely maiden?"
"________ is my name, and I seem to be falling for a stranger." I cooed, cupping my hands over his face and smiling. I stretched out my arms, wrapping them around his neck.
His body bean to sway, side to side, just as mine did. My eyes stared into his eyes with no question of my actions. The dance we performed was seen by no audience, nor was it to be enjoyed by anyone else but us.
I moved my face to the other side of his, my nose and lips brushing against his. I close my eyes and openeed them back slowly. He moved his hands to the back of my head, weaving his fingers through my hair. I moved my hands down, onto his spine, and dug my nails into his back.
He smiled, whispering into my ear. "Forgive me for this." I looked up with a confused look on my face. He closed his eyes and gently pressed his lips to mine. I thought small thoughts and small words to myself.
And only one word could describe it:
Perfection.
