Do you remember?
Words from smiling lips
We were unbreakable, Xo
FBF’s forever
Friends beyond friendship
Static, noise… silence
I’ve lost your signal
Xo? …Xo? … … … Xo?
I can no longer feel you
…the silence kills
Static, noise… silence
Boosting my signal
Where are you Xo?
I need you
…silence. kills.
The slight lilt and crackle in your voice at the end of your sentences.
The look in your eye when passion overtakes propriety like the bow before the arrow flies.
The sudden squeeze of my hand when something randomly delights you.
How you’re not afraid to hold me or be held by me.
The playful, nearly spritely, approach to most things you do.
The way you tilt your head slightly to the right and down when you’re done talking and want to be kissed.
Your eagerness to experiment with life, try new things… Even boring art professors who stubbornly mispronounce an artist’s name.
The way you push me to use my outside voice.
The sexy way you whisper in my ear, long after we’ve been at it for some time, “more!”
Your aesthetic sense that’s reflected in a classy, sometimes daring and impossibly sexy style.
The lack of concern about seeming too interested in sex and enjoying every minute of it.
The light in your eye when you greet me at the door.
These and many more are etched in my heart.
With hesitation and surprising strength, honeybee moved closer and clutched his right hand. She whispered, a faint crackle colors her normally confident tone, “I’m afraid of being the only crazy in love one.”
His eyes smiled and heart opened. He then simply and without a verbal response created a cwtch by linking both of her hands in his and allowing the fear to drain from her body.
His strength merged with her passion. His will merged with her depth. There, face to face, something shifted. Subtle but sure, there was a clear sense of how unshakeable true connection always is.
True love, wins.