She's my dream in a reality come true. Lying close to her motionless body and healing arms around me. The light touch of her fingers across my skin sends spine tingling chills down my body. It all seems like a dream but it feels real at the same time.
She had said words in a tone so sad, like she was missing me but I was there with her. I got up and wrapped my arms around her, but I came to realize she hadn't said the words I had thought she said. I was imagining it all. I wanted to think she was, but she wasn't.
I feel protected when I'm with her. She makes me feel safe and she does everything for me. She's gentle and her words connect with mine. She understands me because she has my mindset. She's my equal. We release the same internal thoughts.
She doesn't force me to talk and she thinks my thoughts full of emotion. She gives me feedback and she doesn't make me feel like I'm on the spot. Every time I look into her eyes, those golden brown eyes, I sense a futuristic feeling in her.
A future looking into me. She aches to have my hands intertwined in a future she has lost. She dreams of carrying me into an apartment building and having a day of our own. Our minds connect through intervals of wires.
It travels....and travels.....and travels. I get lost in a world that isn't mine. When she sings to me it brings peace to my mind and I feel secure. She makes me feel believed in, loved and listened to. She checks up on me all the time and makes me feel special.
She protects me like she's a part of my family. She talks to me like we're best friends, but when she touches me there's an automatic spark. The world rolls away, along with its internal atmosphere. The work of a writer is done.
She's the flower in my garden I've been searching to find....I've found her. My Healer. I await the day we cross paths again. When that day comes, that will be the day I can say "I love you" without a doubt in my mind. The day I can finally say "I've found you."
I love you.
More than you'll ever know.
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A Mind You Must Never Know
PoetryWhen you're stuck with no where to turn..pick up your pen..he's your only best friend. Write.
