Blended Hearts

Endearment

She hadn't known of how wondrous her future companion would be. Blinded by the thought of escape of her torturous den, she opted out of the course of normal life. Soon enough, she found herself joyously entangled with the love of her life. The marvelous days of outings amongst the lovely chatting at midnight hours wiped her consciousness of her previous plans. When confronted, she was bewildered, as she dared not leave the side of her companion. Their attraction meant the world to her, so she set out to resolve her issues.

She had earlier departed for seven days time, gruelingly waiting to see the object of her affection once again. Their moments together formed a charming bond between two forbidding lover's hearts, something the girl never wished to break. Her vacation, a sorrowful state of affairs, was discussed lightly before, but the girl hadn't a single thought of how to repay her significant other for their lost time. It was upon a gloomy night that she figured, her spoken words always came out wrong, so why should she have to speak? A written apology and love letter would do, although it was all in her love's mind to judge. Her artistic renditions had drained her creativity, yet the engine of attraction pumped love-infused blood to her fingertips, where she constructed something she had wished to be near as beautiful as her partner's face. Perhaps it would make her shudder in disappointment, however the girl hoped ever so fondly that the recipient would enjoy it.

A vacation is, perchance, the most devastating part of a relationship. The girl, never wanting to leave the side of the other, has no choice but leave, albeit for a short week. She has planned a magnificent array of events to celebrate their love, yet she will miss certain deadlines, instilling despair in her heart. While gone, she will think of the alluring golden curls and mystifying grey-blue eyes, and all the times they have shared. She will await an embrace, wishing to feel the welcoming arms of her lover, desperately missing the touch of her partner's hand against her own. She will smile at the thought of seeing her beloved's face again in person. To be three-thousand, three-hundred-three kilometers away from the brightest beacon in her life seemed ever so frightening. A harrowed ship lasts a short while with the absence of a light to guide it home, and her realisation of this makes her want to abstain from departing even further. Alas, she will return, gaily greeting her love, filled with intense euphoria, all notions of melancholia left deserted, as she had previously been. Once she has returned to her residence and is within the reach of her partner's rays, she will rest knowing that she is in the happiest state she has ever been in her life.