A heart spent forever dwelling on hyoptheticals;
"it could be... it will be, if I believe strong enough,"
And so it was that in her own little world,
he was her prince charming.
And it was a world full of sweet kisses,
tight embraces,
(her skin tingled for hours after
they parted, the pores holding memories of his touch),
and magic.
She would sit, stunned and amazed by his touch.
Reflecting upon the depth of his heart and the complexity of his being,
one word came to mind.
"Amazing" she'd whisper.
~**~
Alas, that reality should be so cruel, and the night so long
but her smile, small and faint; knows, believes, hopes,
that one day, he'll see the words etched upon her hand,
and give light to all her dreams,
with
just
one
kiss.
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