Right before me, had she stared at my unworthy form with those endless pools that had had me hypnotized by peering into its endless depths, falling deeply without the notion of wariness. Deeper and deeper had I sank into its unending depths. Helplessly enjoying the enigma of its loving darkness. Astonishingly had stronger hands rescued me from my unconscious comfort with a placid zap and wondrously had an enigmatic wind dominated my already billowed soul. Graceful dissapointment
Lovingly she kissed me as I lay there watching her I covered her nakedness and held her in my arms until we both drifted off. And the next morning I wakened up to a pillow fight, and she never left my home. Ultimately, it was a sizzling summer day the sun blazing, and the temperature reads 101* walking home from a hard day's work I opened the door candles burning, and the table set, and she peeked around the corner and said your shower is running. Letting the water beat off my body, tenderly I felt her as she pressed close to me; I shiver with excitement as she moves with me. Flesh against flesh I felt her heartbeat, holding her.
I remember them because one lady wore a long light pink silk dress with yellow embroidery on the side of her sleeves. The two ladies were looking at my face without talking. They were scrutinizing me. “What’s your name?” the other lady who looked really old questioned. Then, I came to realize the lady in fancy dress might be my future mother-in-law and the other was the matchmaker.
Stolen heart “The deal was just to share it. And though I ended up giving it to you, I want it back.” Her determined demeanor is just no joke, she longed for this very moment. She built all her courage to do this very thing she’s so scared and coward to do- asking her heart to be hers again. “I can’t.” He simply said while taking a hold of her heart. She waited no second and decided to grab it instead before she lose all her guts.
There I saw a young woman with beautiful, long, blonde hair and big blue eyes. She looked like she was in her twenties, but there was something weird about her. She had wings. At first I looked at her few more times to make sure, that I didn't mistake them for white robes that she was wearing. But after they moved I was sure, she had big, white wings, and now she was looking at me.
His eyes screamed to me a need for love and attention. I looked into his eyes and knew they had seen horrific things but still he possessed a beautiful, youthful joy that transcended circumstance. As I lifted him closer to my body, I could feel his heart beat against mine in almost the same rhythmic pattern. He curiously played with my hair, tugged on my ears and communicated with me in ways other than by language. We were connected, not by race or social class, but by love.
I suppose I was only about 15 when it happened and recently it occurred to me how surreal the whole situation was. If you saw a picture of me there would probably be a slight shiver in the back of your mind, then you'd recognise me, you might be a little unsure at first, but, yes, it was me on the news. Anyway, I thought they didn’t like me, never-mind love me, especially with a name like Malcolm. Distant, emotionless, withdrawn and the only time they would communicate with me was when I didn’t meet their standards. I don’t care any more though, because its all changed now.
I hate this public gaze. Accidentally, I bumped against ‘unknown thing’. I began to come to myself and realize that ‘unknown thing’ is a person. “Excuse me!” unknown person shout to my face. I looked at that person distinctly to remember.