The husky voice, the passionate notes of different voices, those layers of emotions, you draw me into your world of fantasy, of make believe love for the impossibles. How could this be even real? Chance brushes by like shades of white lights on navy blue rippling water, creating wave of lightness that is hardly tangible to the senses, only visible to the heart. I was trapped, instantly by your long starring gaze from afar. Those pain, those words echoing in my ears, again and again, not wanting to leave, not willing to linger beyond. They whisper to me in the dead empty night. We were naive, we were young, we could not comprehend it all, the heaviness that will come crushing on us, eventually. Too much love to hold within our palms of unwilling silence. Those tears run dry, those suffocating breath of denial, those sharp pain across the chest, it bleeds words of despair. That was one real love that never made it to the finish line...the beginning of a love story.
