It was that one summer.. When she whispered the words that would stay etched in my heart for a lifetime..Her sweet gentle voice..Like a soft melody to my broken soul..Every breath.. A wish for the moment to never end..Time itself..Had lost it’s meaning..In the moment she said.. Stay with me..
To ask for love in the hope it is granted..Is to ask for something without proof of existence..Love has no expectations..It is given freely without thought..without hesitation..It is something that exists before you even realize it..
Through they were distant..Their souls danced in the night..Their hearts lit the night sky..this night was theirs..the love they had for each other..defined the beauty of the sky they soared on..every graceful step..creating ripples of gentle breeze on the trees below them..the forest plays it’s soft melody for when true hearts join..everything truly comes to life..
The story of a relationship begins with a blank canvass, the painting begins with two artists. One paints the dreams, the other paints hope. Together, they paint a world unique to themselves. Every detail becomes a dream fulfilled and every stroke another yet to begin, their love completes a picture so unique. No others could ever match, this is what relationships are made of. Not of material possessions or of wealth, just the time spent together creating the perfect picture of their love for each other.