Heartbeat

I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. Every little rhythmic movement of his heart courses through my body. I turn my head and look up at him. I notice how beautifully every strand of black curly hair places itself. I notice how peaceful every breath is taken by him that rises my entire body up with his. I notice how his closed eyes might be dreaming of something wonderful - something like this moment we now share. I turn my head back, close my eyes and lie there just as peacefully as he, and let the rhythm of his body synchronize with mine.

I open my eyes the same way I have for 18 years; In a room all alone pining for someone who is peacefully dreaming of a girl laying on his chest, admiring every little detail. Excruciating how I dream of being that girl, yet he dreams of another.