"The Sweetest Sound "
by Lauren (RexyRose@aol.com)
Have you ever noticed that you can think about someone nonstop throughout the course of your day? I mean, no matter what you do, you just can't stop thinking about them. Maybe it's their charm, maybe it's their smile, or maybe...just maybe, it's love.
Every night, before I go to sleep, I say a tiny prayer and I wish on a thousand stars for his love. I figure that the sky has so many stars and they're just all waiting to be wished on. The slightest twinkle from one of the stars that I wished on gives me the littlest bit of hope and I am revived for the next day. I fall asleep, dreaming only of him and how nice it would be to hear him whisper softly to me as he cradles me in his arms. My dreams can be surreal, where we are alone in paradise and no one else is around for miles and he is the only one I see, and vice versa. Surreal maybe, but sweet, always.
Then I always question my dreams, because sometimes they're not enough. I guess sometimes dreams have to be enough, because you're always reaching to accomplish them. Ya know?
As the sun rises, I begin my day and walk around in a daze because I think about him. Little, tiny bits of reds and oranges plaster themselves against the sky and I'm instantly reminded of the fire that burns in my heart for him. The way his blue eyes shimmer like the bluest of all oceans, how the sun's golden rays can't even compare to his golden locks of hair, the way his smile makes me weak in the knees, and the way his sweetness is reflected in his laugh and in his walk and in his style...and basically, in everything he does. And that cute little smirk he gets when he knows he's right is enough to drive me crazy. He doesn't even have to speak and I know what he's thinking. In fact, sometimes I wish he wouldn't. At the sound of his voice, I jump to attention, and my mind becomes clouded. The voice of an angel...ahh yes, maybe, perhaps, well, yes. If my world is crashing to the ground, he merely has to sing a single note and my day is brightened. The sun shines again and the clouds vanish from existence. I am no longer Eeyore, the forgotten donkey.
My love knows no distance. It knows no time. My love has no limits and it stretches far beyond what anyone could ever imagine. Sometimes I wonder if it's too strong for me to handle, but there's not much else I can do. Sigh. I'm in love. Is love curable? See, I think I've caught this terrible disease and right now there seems like there is no way to cure it. Maybe if I got a shot....erm, nevermind. I hate shots. Shots hurt.
Ya know what else hurts? Realizing that you've lost something so precious to you, that you didn't even know it till after it was gone. I think I've lost my feelings of sanity. No wait, that can't be right. I meant to say that you can't realize you've lost love until you actually have. It's that simple.
Similarly, you can't just get over someone that you're in love with. I guess you have to learn to live with that for the rest of your life, or until you can find a way to rekindle the love, but even still, love doesn't go away. If you feel love, it'll last. Trust me. Maybe he'll forget about you for an extended period of time, or maybe he'll go on a long trip that takes up a lot of his time, but in the end, you'll still love him, and hopefully, he'll still love you.
I'm confused a lot. I'm not sure how to feel. I mean, thinking about someone 24/7 takes up a lot of thinking time. What if I can't remember anything from life except for those gorgeous blue eyes? Or that soft, gentle, and whimsical smile? Well, I suppose that would mean that...I didn't pay attention to anything else. But, even at that thought, because I can remember those things, I'll remember other things that I associate with them. But confusion sometimes generates a feeling of loss. Loss is never a good thing unless you want it to happen, or need it to happen. Maybe I'm just over-articulating.
But you know what? All of these thoughts race through my head as I am trying to fall asleep. Maybe that's why I'm an insomniac and I barely ever get any sleep. I think a lot before I go to bed. But, in the morning, it's all good.
I softly and gently roll over towards the light. I look to my right and there he is. My sleeping angel laying next to me. Almost sparingly, he opens his eyes slowly and they smile into mine. " Morning, sweetheart. " He softly whispers. " Morning to you, too. " A smile creeps upon my lips as his touches mine. " I love you..." He waits for my response. " I love you too, Nick. " And that...is the sweetest sound.