Awaiting my moment to act upon the longing
He vanished, as he had done each time reality rushed in and captured him. He was nothing but a dream, a fabrication, a fantasy in her thoughts. She didn't deserve the love he questioned offering her, although she loved him so intensely it chipped away at her spirit. There was a desperate longing that not a soul could tear from her; her longing for him was her gift to him.
She rose and teetered on the edge of the ravine, staring across it for a long while. She saw his rich hazel eyes, felt his face once more and pressed her smile against his. The bank widened from a creek, to a river, to an ocean that seemed boundlessly wide. He was farther and farther away; he was dissapearing quickly. She must leap now or he would be gone forever. The time had come to act upon the longing.
She held her shaking fists to her beating chest, shut her eyes and took a deep breath. She thought about love, laughter, friends, fears. She thought about the familiarity and comfort of these things that surrounded her. She thought about the world he lived in and how it was so different from hers. She questioned her longing - she thought about living on the other side of the bank.
She took a few steps back and stretched her arms before her. She could feel his touch and his warmth. His fingertips were almost touching hers; his breath upon her neck. His body only a leap away. She never looked back at the other lusts. After many years of pain and frustration, she opened up her wounds - she bandaged her heart and soul. She gave him her trust.
She leaped.
She rose and teetered on the edge of the ravine, staring across it for a long while. She saw his rich hazel eyes, felt his face once more and pressed her smile against his. The bank widened from a creek, to a river, to an ocean that seemed boundlessly wide. He was farther and farther away; he was dissapearing quickly. She must leap now or he would be gone forever. The time had come to act upon the longing.
She held her shaking fists to her beating chest, shut her eyes and took a deep breath. She thought about love, laughter, friends, fears. She thought about the familiarity and comfort of these things that surrounded her. She thought about the world he lived in and how it was so different from hers. She questioned her longing - she thought about living on the other side of the bank.
She took a few steps back and stretched her arms before her. She could feel his touch and his warmth. His fingertips were almost touching hers; his breath upon her neck. His body only a leap away. She never looked back at the other lusts. After many years of pain and frustration, she opened up her wounds - she bandaged her heart and soul. She gave him her trust.
She leaped.