If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.

Is it Love?

|| A Short Story ||

I feel a shiver run down my spine. What am I feeling? I'm not complaining, no, but I don't understand it. Is this what love feels like?

Your hands rest in your pockets, while your eyes twinkle with interest. Could it be that you feel for me too? You turn your back to hide the embarrassment, the red spreading across your face. It allows me to hug you from behind, and I never want to let go. For if I do, you might disappear forever.

My heart palpitates near you. I can't get you out of my head, nor do I want to. You have a poetic soul, and it melts my insides.

Oh, how that smile of yours illuminates the dark sky that clouds over me.

Your touch is exasperating. When you pull me in for an embrace, our arms fit perfectly around one another.

I hide my face in the crook of your neck so you cannot see my face turn paler than it already is. I can never hide it from you though, for you lift my head up and stare into my eyes.

You plant a kiss on my forehead and I am unable to move. I'm speechless. All I can say was that your lips against my skin were the only thing that ever made me feel completely safe.

Above all, you care about me. When I am in pain, you ask if I am okay. You apologize if you think you've hurt me, yet you have not.

Oh and sweetheart, I will do the same for you. I always will, and don't you forget it.