February 4th, 2008 (dream)

A slight shade of pink quickly spreads over the white of your eyes as liquidified confessions of guilt slip onto the skin of your cheeks. The fast flow of fluid takes a turn across your cheekbones and begins to trace down your strong jawline. Your eyes are more puffy than I have ever recalled them looking, but of course, it has been quite some time since we have met. I resist the urge to throw my arms around you.

As your narrow shoulders move together with the rhythm of your heaving chest, the sides of your mouth trembles as words of guilt starts to spill out of them. You ask a question, choking on your tears with every word you attempt to mutter.

Staring hopelessly as you thrust your cupped hands onto your face, my vision begins to blur too. The puddles of tears jab at the back of my eyes, forcing themselves down my face. I reach out and place one hand across your chest and another on your back, tracing my fingers down the small of your back, allowing this familiarity of emotions to overwhelme my state of mind. I resist the urge to whisper into your ears and tell you that you have been forgiven.

I hear you gasp as I pull your body closer into mine, feeling your hesistance, as you wrap one arm around my waist. Your eyes still reflecting confusion when I gaze into them. Reaching out with one hand, I entwine my fingers with your's, playing with the tips of your fingers as the tears from your eyes dry.

I let the tears that have, by now, welled up in my eyes fall freely down my cheeks as I look up at you and attempt smile. I feel a slight strain in my calves as I get onto the tip of my toes and close in onto you. I sense the confusion, but I ignore it and surrender, allowing this moment to swallow me, whole. I resist the urge to steal you away from the light of day and remind you how long it has been since I have started loving you.