For a year I have been tempted by him. Wished for him. Longed for him. Cried for him.
Over the last three weeks he has come to me in my dreams almost nightly. Beautiful, lucid dreams- during which I relish every moment with him. In my dream I am not sickly anymore, though I am not entirely well. First we walk, then gently run. Together. Through the wheat hued meadows. My legs shake beneath me, but he lets me know he will protect me. Strengthen me. Love me. Our bodies become one.
I know I can trust him. It is a deep-seeded knowing. Powerful. Beautiful.
And then yesterday, it happened. Finally. Only now, it isn’t a dream.
A flood of emotions release and tears stream down my face. I desperately want to sit and take it all in. Embrace every detail. His scent. His energy. His deep brown eyes. The contour of his muscles.
A gentle breeze blows and we are together. Again. I exhale.
Like old friends, we pick up right where we left off. For you can not separate what nature brings together.