《The Opposite Of Writers Block》

Sweet Like Candy

Her lips were soft, feathery like the pillow of which you sleep the sweetest dreams. That's what she was, a sweet dream.

Her soft curls touched my forehead as we sat connected. She pulled away from our kiss with a smile, her freckles glowing in the sun and her cheeks becoming round and full. In another instant, we were connected again, and for a split second, the infinite idea of the universe made sense.

Our hands touched playfully, her soft hands encompassing my much smaller, rougher ones. She moved closer to me and we turned to look at the field together.

Our field. The location for my purest and happiest memories. As rabbits played in the patches of lilac wildflowers, lightning bugs began to illuminate the endless fuchsia sky.

"You inspire me," she turned to me, her smooth features turning a shade that matched the clouds just above us, "You inspire me so much, and I could never repay you for it."

"Well," I smiled, looking up at her and her glowing features, "you've done the same for me, so consider it repayed."

"You're amazing." She layed down in the grass, closing her eyes to relax.

"You're better." I laughed, positioning myself beside her, our bodies effortlessly touching.

We went silent for a moment. But, unlike what most people think of when they hear the term "silent," it was neither awkward nor uncomfortable. It wasn't unwanted. It was, instead, peaceful. A reminder to breathe. We breathed as one, our feelings for one another uniting us.

Yes. United. I like that. I should write that down.

She and I, a united pair, a united front, a united love.

"I love you." She said it so clearly, so surely. There was no doubt in her voice, in her mind. She turned her head to me, her right ear becoming flush with the soft grass. Her magnificent eyes struck me across the face, as if I had never seen them before. The way the colors shifted within them, the wonderful and unique shades of blue and green, they were as endless as the ocean. I could swim within them all day, discovering new shades with each wondrous stroke of my hand. She was absolutely astounding, my girl. So astounding, in fact, that it was nearly impossible to form words that describe the way she made me feel. How was I supposed to respond to her heartfelt message? How was I supposed to form words to explain something completely indescribable?

"I love you more," is what I said, and I said it with meaning. Even with how few words I used, I felt that it meant what I wanted to say.

"That's impossible." She laughed, and pulled me closer. I knew she didn't need a response then.

Our hands remained intertwined, and I wished for them to stay that way forever.