Araf

I have never known peace.

All my life I have waited for that moment, that moment of utmost serenity, quiet joy and peace. I have only had briefest of glimpses of what that would feel like - Perhaps something like the moment when the sun hangs low in the horizon, and everything is golden, or when it rains and the drops fall upon your skin softly, caressing, or when the wind lifts up tendrils of your hair and plays with it? Beautiful, brief, serendipitous moments. Fleeting, traitorous moments. An escape. Perhaps it would feel like a warm embrace from someone who loves you? I can only imagine.

Until he came into my life, and made me hope for more. Hope that maybe those fleeting moments may stretch to an eternity, may become my reality.

It never went beyond a fantasy.

Alas, he too, could only bring but a fraction more of those rare moments, before they vanished into nothingness.