What compels our passion towards one another is not merely physical attraction but the sheer fact that we as people are lonely, we as humans yearn and cry out for the touch of another. We find that touch; somewhere deep in a sea of hands, a sea of feeling, a sea of caresses that clings to our soul and sings so sweetly as to make our flesh quiver with anticipation. When that touch is gone, we seek another and another so that perhaps we will find something that can compare, but I assure you that nothing will pale in comparison.

My fear for him was insurmountable, though I knew perhaps there was nothing to fear for his mortal body, maybe perhaps no fear even for his soul. It was only, at least for that time, my selfish nature, the knowledge that he was not mine alone to keep for whatever years lie ahead of us. A dark and ever-deepening treachery grew inside me, ached in my bones and racked my body with terror and self-pity. The longer I sat, the more I wondered why I myself could not be his prize, why he measured success in such a way that it’s weight could drive him to fall away fro me. For, at that time, I believed there was nothing I would not sacrifice for him, not just my future, but my very own life.

The ferocity with which he kissed me was met by a stroke of gentleness that I had never known before. His arms slid around me, no longer having to pull me in but carefully engulfing me in a way that let me know nothing but safety was before me. He loved me in a way that was so bare and genuine, a way that assured me this was the only home I would ever know, the only home I would ever be able to grasp on to and claim as my own. Underneath such rough exterior lied the heart of a lion, whose purr gently coaxed me from my lifelong shell of solitude. His hands knew me as though I were his own. His body knew mine as though we were two puzzle pieces being put together, in a trillion piece puzzle.

“turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime”

I love the cover that Jhameel does of this song.

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The sun bows as pain vibrates, through my skin, through those in the houses near me; those houses and hearts that looked so full of light and inviting are damaged and aching just the same as yours and mine. Once I can see the moon, I know that you’re not here. Once I am alone in this bed, I know that this eve is nothing I can keep away, that it is time to mourn, that it is time to lament on the things that I could not change. A paroxysm, a frenzy of emotions floods me much like the tears that roll like the river. I will wait once more for the sun to illuminate me through the days, it is the only way I will get through the night to know that such a beautiful day will renew, that I will know the artistry of another day.

As I gazed upon him, laying bare in my arms, his body warm and fragile, I could see the realization in his eyes; the revelation that this could be true, that we together were a force to be reckoned with, that “us” was something his gentle heart could trust.

In every story I read, there is continually accounts of these knights, donning armor that shines hope when touched by the light of this so-called beautiful world. In each day, I find so many girls, even so many women who long for these men. We think we find them and they prove us wrong so quickly. After so long, it became clear to me that love was only true in these fairytales I had read. These men did not exist. It was not until I met him that I knew love existed. The realest kind of love, that weakens your bones and leaves you unsteady on your feet. His love was the kind that would melt the ice from my heart. He tried so desperately and so diligently to shield me from the harsh realities of the world that I would soon have to face, but even when they collided with us head on, he kept strong for me. He was the post that kept me standing. For so long I believed that love was only true legends and myths, and maybe I am living in one. I’d l ike to believe though that this is real life, and I’ve found a prince, though he had to kiss a cynical frog to get his princess.