imagination

Today she wishes she could go to him and apologize for all that has been and done…

“Would you care for a dance?“ she asked softly with a smile on her face. And as he took her in his arms, they twirled around in a cold room with two windows, that let just enough moonlight in to check if they are still grounded on the creaking floor. Because for that moment it felt as if they’re in a dream. In one of those dreams she used to have – silently gazing in each other’s eyes, feeling safe and fragile at once. “You know…,“ she hesitated to break the long pause “I feel like I’m turning pages of my favourite book, looking for the lines of my favourite character, as if the things he says could determine how I feel about life, as if only he knows the secrets of how they live in Hemingway’s books and how to make love utterly beautiful, but…I can’t reach him. So I turn the pages over and over again, thinking I must have lost the right part somehow and when I get tired and turn my head away, I know it’s right there.“ She looked over his shoulder into the distance and smiled. “But you know,“ she continued with much lighter tone in her voice, “I will not stop looking for it. Because at least I know there’s something magical in this world, someone magical, someone who inspires me. I want to find him, I want to figure him out, I want to dance with him in the moonlight and be able to feel his pulse in my palms.“ “What ever do you mean?“ he asked after a moment of silence. “I’ve been so foolish,” she answered, “I love you and I’m conscious about you all the time.“ 

My dear, my darling

I love you to your core

Let’s just agree

That we’ll never be more

Than strangers

Who find each other enchanting

We look good on paper

But life’s full of banting

I’m sorry, sweetheart, it doesn’t work

I distract my mind with you

Until my vision’s filled with murk

You’ll always make my knees weak

You are magic, you are rare

I love you, my soulmate

This ends here, good luck, take care

♡