Together at last



I tried and I failed to walk away. There is something stitched into us stronger than anything I know, and it keeps pulling me back to her. Even though she is silent, and even though I have not a clue what thoughts pass through her mind, she is the vista at the end of the hike. She's the moon when I wonder if the sun will ever return. She's the coolness of the night when I've been burned by the sun. She's ice on a wound, calmness in a storm, a shadow to shield Me from the heat. She's my only and my everything.  

In my life, I've met many wonderful women, but she is the one I want. She is a lonely star in the sky when I gaze into the heavens. Other men see millions and billions of them, but she's the only one for me.

I offer her neither riches nor status. I offer her a broken man who has had his heart broken too many times, but they say a broken heart loves bigger than one that has never seen pain. It knows what is at stake, and it loves anyway. My only regret is that my love is finite, incomplete. But all I have is hers. 

She makes my heart beat faster. She quickens my mind, strengthens my resolve, blows my mind, takes my breath away. The world quickly runs out of words for a woman like her. She's a stream of consciousness that never ends. I could exclaim for the rest of time and would be unable to describe her. 

The ache I feel is the hole she left. It will never be satisfied with any other woman. There's a lock on my heart and she holds the key. I can sit here and produce page after page of metaphors redundantly into the night. Dear readers, you don't know the beauty of this woman. You don't know her innocence, her kindness, her love. Someday you may see us together, and I hope you do, for all these clamoring pages will crumble to dust in our wake.

Someday I will hold her fast to my chest and our hearts will leap like puppies at each other. Our breath will be hot on each other's necks and faces, our hands finally happy and sure with what they hold. Our thoughts will run together through golden fields and damp riversides, and we will be ... together at last.

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