Quietly I opened
her bedroom door, carefully stepped in, making sure not to interrupt her sleep.
I sneaked in and closed the door.
I looked at
her, calm and peaceful, how adorable she is inside out. My eyes glanced over her inch by inch… Her skin was perfect and
smooth, colorful like caramel. Her hair was soft, dangling on her face,
covering her eye and hiding a shy cheek. Her nightclothes strap slipped down her shoulder. I reached out my hand and stirred her
hair to reveal her divine face. And rearranged her strap in place. I didn't hesitate to grab a chair to sit back beside her bed and contemplate her
sleeping, paying attention to details; like a guardian angel watching over
her. It makes me feel more human.
Her face was
tranquil. Her delicate cheeks looked stunning like ripe apples, soft and bouncy
like marshmallows where I would dip my lips lovingly, or I might just move the
back of my palm over them carefully. Her brown hair cascaded down over the pillow around her
head, like a saint’s aura, ornamenting her look and emphasizing the beauty of
her charming face. Her gorgeous little nose that I usually like to grab, teases
me and her tiny flawless chin just makes me joyous when I look at her. Her
petite lips just fit together as a sensibly chosen pair. They speak even though
they don’t move. Her closed eyes tell the dreams that she longs for and the
fantasies she craves. She wishes to wake up from her sleep to find them all came
true. Her hands settled tenderly under her chest, comforting her heart, as to
say “It’s all gonna be Okay dear.”
Maybe she is
asleep, but indeed awake in heart. She knows that I’m there and that I’m
enjoying her loudly silent performance. Her breath was calm like the surface of
the ocean and I wonder what would be there under.
I stood up
from the chair, approached her, and knelt on the floor resting my arms on the side
edge of her bed. I deliberately ran the back of my fingers over her bare arm, from
shoulder to palm, then I bent down, closed my eyes to kiss her gorgeous sweet hand. The smell of
her skin was intoxicating that I wish that moment took forever. I murmured: " I believe that one day you will come to value the treasure in you. I believe that you are worth love and worth life. I wont give up on you." I wish she could have heard and felt it all. Though, I bet she did.
Then, I
stood up and walked towards the door, turned my head, to have one last look for
the night, at the dear package of beauty reposed in bed, before I step out of heaven, full of hope for now and tomorrow and full of dreams, dreams with her
and for her... Dreams of us feeding one another our love. For I never give up
on her. But, instead, I genuinely believe.
So as not to
interrupt her sleep, I opened her bedroom door, carefully stepped out... Quietly!
Andy.
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