Here goes my attempt to harness the emotion of love
You sit in bed, staring into nothingness, unable to erase their face from your mind. You can see every line of their face, the set of their jaw, the tilt of their eyebrows, their hair. The way their serious eyes can pierce through you thickest set of defenses. Their smile makes your face light up even in the saddest moments. You see their strong jaw line and their lean neck. You imagine their defined arms wrapped around you.
Something about them makes you feel comfortable.
You can hear their laugh and your eyes glint warmly picturing them cheerful. You remember sarcastic remarks they said and laugh at the memory. You hear everything they ever said to you. You see their face again. The laugh lines that burst out of nowhere when they see the world in whatever way it is that amuses them.
You smile affectionately.
Your chest fills with more air than it’s used to.
Your head feels like it’s floating a bit above healthy.
Your heart beats just a bit more heavily.
Enough to notice.
Enough to give a familiar ache of pain.
Not enough to change anything
You sit in bed, staring into nothingness, unable to erase their face from your mind. You can see every line of their face, the set of their jaw, the tilt of their eyebrows, their hair. The way their serious eyes can pierce through you thickest set of defenses. Their smile makes your face light up even in the saddest moments. You see their strong jaw line and their lean neck. You imagine their defined arms wrapped around you.
Something about them makes you feel comfortable.
You can hear their laugh and your eyes glint warmly picturing them cheerful. You remember sarcastic remarks they said and laugh at the memory. You hear everything they ever said to you. You see their face again. The laugh lines that burst out of nowhere when they see the world in whatever way it is that amuses them.
You smile affectionately.
Your chest fills with more air than it’s used to.
Your head feels like it’s floating a bit above healthy.
Your heart beats just a bit more heavily.
Enough to notice.
Enough to give a familiar ache of pain.
Not enough to change anything
This is really good prose/poetry - calling to mind picturesque moments, and in the end, deflating them back to reality. But is that really reality? Maybe nothing changed in the moment per se, but don't didn't that moment actually create something by planting a seed (if you will), and doesn't a collection of those moments create something even more meaningful and lasting? I do love the poignancy of this, however.
ReplyDeleteIt could create a difference if there was a direction it could go. The moments can happen again and again and maybe make a difference to you, maybe make the feelings stronger. But what it doesn't change is the other person's feelings.
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