THE WAY IT WAS
DATE: 06 Mar 2007, 10:34 pm / MOOD: Eager to ride
Love was all we knew, and time stood still.
He would bring me red roses just because he saw them and thought of me, not because it was any special day.
He'd play with my hair while I slept, and laugh when I'd look in the mirror at the mess he'd made of it.
He'd wake-me with breakfast in bed, just because he loved to cook for me and see the look on my face when I opened my eyes to what he'd made. He'd sit and watch me eat, having already eaten while he was fixing mine he'd say.
He never made a thing that I didn't love completely.
I'd rub his back every night to put him to sleep, marveling at the beautiful tattoo he had there, across his shoulders and all down the center of his spine, with my initials he'd had added at the top, above his own. Resting my head on his shoulder, enhaling his scent, I'd often fall asleep too while rubbing his back, but not until after he did.
I was always the last one asleep and the last one awake. He was always the first one asleep and the first one to wake. These were things we could always count on, like the sun rising in the east and our love for each other.
Here in the real world, love doesn't always have a happy ending. The love hasn't gone, but he has.
