I would see images whenever he kissed me. He kissed my cheek at a wedding and I saw pink clouds of cotton candy.
Lying on a blanket at the park, my head in his lap, I saw a whole forest of wildflowers. In a coffeehouse where we stared at each other forever—honeysuckle bears; blue ribbon floating in candlelight; stars twinkling in a dark blue sea over the earth. I loved it. I miss it.
He's still amazing to me,
but I miss that magical swoon that comes with fresh love.
(right now,
I can hear him snoring in the other room
through two
closed doors)
thunderclaps on pretty, rainy nights.
Write about love and relive it.
ReplyDeleteWell this little clip (along with your excellent song choice!) is quite lovely--very soothing and carries you to a place without work but beautiful, dreamy imagery. The end (snoring) is a great splash into reality and I can totally identify with that feeling vs that reality. Thanks for letting me read!
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thank you amy and linda for stopping by. i'm excited about new friends.
ReplyDeleteThank you for showing me your page, you were correct, I can feel it all. And I am thankful for that! I too miss the feeling of fresh love, and feel that I am always chasing its fleeting memories in my head. :) There is just nothing else on this earth that can compare!
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