Lessons Learned the Hard Way

It nearly killed me, but I had the dream last night.
Somehow my brain decided I was strong enough and it conjured up the images I was so sure would happen. Two happy people taking on forever, together. ...but only in my dreams. Because real life changes. It changes in the most unexpected, awful ways, I've learned. Its so beyond my comprehension the way their love story ended. When it ended initially - years ago, it was tragic, but I never knew it would end on this mortal world the way it did. I guess if I look at it in an eternal perspective - everyone is happy. Everyone has ended up in a beautiful place. One place was chosen, the other place was unexpectedly made home. But I am still left to wonder how things could have changed if a life wasn't cut so short. Reminding myself again it was the plan, all is well. Or it will be.

The Angle of Perfection

You

You are every single form and angle of perfect. Perfect for me, of course. As we lay in bed and your strong hand rests on my thigh, your fingers curling gently around its bends, I am in the most brilliant state of happiness. It's light like people don't know yet how to explain. I should suppose a feeling such as this will never be adequately described. I am in awe of this mist of absolute perfection resting on our chests - rising and falling with sleepy breathing. 

Oh, I love you. Of course, this you know. But I so do. And these quiet moments of silence nothingness and twitching fingers are some of my favorite memories I'll keep forever. I like to believe that when we are old one day, I'll still recall this very heaven right here. As I lay quietly, hoping the dim light of my phone doesn't wake you, I find myself, as I always do, entranced by your heavy breathing. It is melodic, soothing and something I've become so accustomed to. It's what I fall asleep to, it's my sanctuary. My assurance that tonight's rest is safe -- because you are right beside me -- with your hand on my thigh.