A Moment in Time

Your hand slid down my arm and into my own hand. 'A perfect fit' I thought with a smile. I glanced up at you, consuming your features; soft lips, beautiful eyes with the brown and green specks, wonderful smile, intense stare. I knew you felt my stare because you tilted your head to look at me then leaned down and placed a small kiss on my lips. A spark. Those sparks had always been there and let me know you were my only one.

We took our time walking through the park, watching the leaves fall from the trees as the wind began to pick up. A perfect Autumn day. We found ourselves by the pond and sat at the wooden bench overlooking the water. You slid your arm around my shoulder and pulled me close as you left a kiss on my forehead. It was moments like these I cherished. The serenity, perfectness all around and no worries. You broke the silence that loomed around and told me about the time when you were six and your brother pushed you into this very pond. The smile you gave as you reminisced made me warm inside. We sat at the bench for hours watching the sunset and sharing stories of our youths.

I glanced around as the night fell and inhaled the autumn air. So perfect and crisp. I looked into your eyes and felt secure. More secure than I had ever felt in my entire life. You let me look into your soul, to know who you are on the inside. It was wonderful. I parted my lips to tell you something, but before the words left my mouth, you covered it with your own mouth, engulfing me into a loving kiss. You pulled away and laughed slightly. You asked me what I had wanted to say. And as I went to tell you those three words that I had been feeling all afternoon, I awoke from the dream and opened my eyes into the reality that is my life. You aren't beside me, you aren't near, but I can feel your presence. It's in my heart and I am simply waiting for you to come to me again.