Dead Night Love

DEAD NIGHT LOVE

I am restless in the middle of the dead night only to hear your breathing next to me. I don’t open my eyes because this is the best dream possible for me. I imagine that you are awake too and looking at me, amazed at all that we have been through and all that we have traveled through together. Sometimes at night, when you are asleep, I lay there, holding you, and think of how lucky I have to have met you, to have met someone who understands who I am, what I am, how I am, and what I want to be and still love me regardless. A slight movement in the bed…a sign to let me know that this isn’t a dream that this is reality, that this is what my life really is right now. It causes me to smile softly. I roll over to your back and run my hands down your soft skin, feeling the warmth from your back on my hands. I am glad that I have learned this feeling again and that I have appreciated it once more. If there is a creator, someone with the master plan to all of this, then I thank him quietly and silently every day for bringing you into my life, for bringing me closer to you every day. I was waiting for so long for something to come along to show me that it was okay to move on. Holding on was so hard, and being strong was waning. Your love is like rain coming down on me every day washing away all the hurt and pain and resentment I had built up in my soul towards the world, towards those who tried to love me and for the love that I thought I had lose. I no longer feel pain because you have loved me and for this, I know that there can be joy after the rain. Looking into your eyes, I see the light that I need to get through the darkest points of the day.

[This is an original work by Lewis Tedesco. All materials are copyright protected. Materials, in part or in whole, shall not be replicated without first the consent of the original author.]