A short story i did a few months back.
It is Christmas, and we are holding hands. Alone,
dancing to fainting music. He smiles at me, as to say
he will never leave my side. His face tender, with
eyes that exhibit pain from the past, warmth to the
future. He knows how I care for him, the resulting
love we found on the final journey. Indeed, he is
older, but he throws his principles beside to
understand true love. A whisper into my ear, his voice
relaxes my soul. The lights illuminate our shadows, we
move closer to each other. Waiting for our faithful
kiss, the music dying down, starring to each others
hearts. This man who had been our leader, is all but nothing now
a romantic. He has given his life a more quiet route to
rest with me at home. And who am I, but only a little
girl basking in the glow. I hold to his body as if I shall ever
let go, as if I will never see him again. He understands my
urge, as he forms another smirk. I can tell from his
movements, we are bound together forever. The feat of
having what few posses allows us to do whatever we
wish. And by the time is right, we will both know
?love has a way.?