Saturday 24th of May 2008
I opened my eyes feeling the weight of her head still on my shoulder. Blinking twice, I eyed my surroundings and realized I was still at Dove's house. I couldn't tell the time but the sun was barely up. I assumed it was still dawn. Cautiously I moved away. Being careful not to wake her up, I placed a pillow under her head instead of my shoulder. I went to her room and took her bed covers to get back and place them over her petite yet alluring body. The way she breathed slowly in her sleep made her look peacefully angelic. I kissed the top of her head lightly before leaving. Seeing her like that, I knew I wouldn't ever dare to wake her or disturb her sleep. I smiled to myself at the sight of her so still and calm. It was the weekend and neither of us had work, but I felt like an intruder who must leave at once. I took a light step after the other until I opened the door slowly and left, wary not to wake her up.
After I was in my house, I headed straight to my bed and collapsed there in a deep sleep. When I reopened my eyes, I squinted slightly with tiredness in the sunshine streaming in through the open window and stretched feeling my body relax. I thought I had slept for hours and my whole sleeping schedule was officially ruined. However, it was only two hours that I have slept. As tired as I felt, I was still grateful that my biological hour was unharmed. I made myself a big cup of black coffee to get enough energy to move on with my day. By midday, about half of my belongings were packed in suitcases and boxes. I even called the owner of the house to see when he'll be able to come to take the keys from me. Ironically enough, he was on a vacation and asked me to leave the keys with my neighbor, in other words, Dove, and he'll come to take them from her when he gets back.Questions painfully flooded my mind. For years I knew something was missing in my life but I could never wrap my head around it.
Unintentionally Dove has filled the empty space in my life. As if she was the missing jigsaw piece I was looking for. I felt it many times before, like two pieces of the same puzzle coming together, we were meant to unite in some way or the other.She completes me, certainly. Knowing that she is like the missing color of my portrait. But after finally finding her, I can't plainly leave without at least making sure she feels the same way. I won't leave it up to fate and wait to see where life leads us. Can it be simply just like that? After finally finding what I have been looking for almost all my life, will it be taken away from me like that? In the bitterness of life, Dove is the sweetest thing I have ever come across.
I want her with me when the sun gives way to the stars and when it returns to reignite the colors of the daytime. I want her dearly and equally as much as I want to pursue a painting career. Even with a five hours long ride, I am still willing to visit her whenever possible and am willing to make this work.
I will stay as long as she wants me and not a day more, for even if I still want her company, it has to go both ways. So even if I don't feel alive without her, even if she has become the air that I breathe, if she does not fancy my presence anymore, I will go.
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The White Dove
Romance"Doves are nothing but good omens, they always bring man prosperity and love," I remember her words well. I only ever took her words as words of someone who admires their pet. I never believed in omens, as I have never seen one come true before.
