Awakening

An opening paragraph. Heartbreak, loss, love, and hope.

In the split seconds after waking, her very soul called to him, beckoning across the miles, across the years, resonating with a yearning, and a perpetual plea that eluded words and surpassed time. In those joyous split seconds, still wrapped in dreams of him--his accepting eyes, his inviting voice, his protecting strength--she forgot. For those split seconds he was hers again.

As she rolled over, eyes still closed, the smile that had begun to form stopped cold; the reality of his departure returned in an instant. With a sharp, stabbing breath, like a knife through her heart, she relived the loss of him, as she had every morning since. She dreaded opening her eyes to yet another in a seemingly endless march of mornings she had to face without him wanting her, without his gentle words, without his his playful pursuit, without his warm acceptance and caretaking of her heart.

She slipped from the bed to her knees, as she did every morning, lifting him up in as solemn a prayer as she knew how to pray--prayer for his protection, his guidance, his courage, his endurance, his peace, his happiness, his blessings, for him to have all the best of life. As she prepared to rise, she remembered the truest truth--that it was better to have had him, even for a day, than to have never tried, to have never known--that she was lucky to have had weeks, even months of blissfulness she could rely on to carry her forward.

As the feelings and memories filled and overflowed in her, she acknowledged with a slow nod that it was still true, and always would be: that her heart needed his heart in order to continue beating, that her lips needed his lips in order to continue being. All she could do was trust, hope, believe, and wait. If she trusted anyone, she trusted him; if she hoped for or believed in anything, it was him. And wait she would, unwaveringly, until her days ran out. Opening her eyes, gathering every ounce of her strength, she stood, found her smile, held on to her hope like a life line, and faced another day--alone.

Reviews

[Ashira Macy]

Heart wrenching and beautiful as a lot of your work tends to be. Only thing I would say is to may break this up into a few smaller paragraphs to make it a little easier to read. Other than that, the wording is gorgeous and no mistakes that I saw. Great work!

[Ashfallen]

You are so right! I actually meant to do that (break it up into paragraphs) before posting it, and obviously just forgot all about that. I believe I'll do that now. :) Thank you so very much for the read, review, and tip!

[Ashira Macy]

My pleasure, it was lovely!

[AprilRN1210]

This is really well written and conveys your emotion well. It touches the heart in a longing, hopeful, tender way that is beautiful.. The flow was flawless dripping with vivid imagery.. Your character was relatable and enjoyable.. I could see myself in the story.. very nicely done.. I thoroughly enjoyed this.. I can't wait to read more of your work.. :)

[Kaitlynn A. Black]

It feels one part dream. Of sorrow and memory about love long ago. While another part is painted to picture a feeling of tomorrow and it's whispy transit from then to the moment we might catch happiness again. Beautiful work! I really enjoyed reading it! =)

Thanks for sharing!
Hugs! - Kate