Every day we could walk outside and sense the fallen leaves caressing our ankles.
The smell of autumn embraced our senses, while the foggy skies shone small sunbeams.
I've grown to never enjoy the sunlight, but to embrace the sweet dreamland of darkness.
I love the foggy skies and cold, ferocious winds blowing against me.
We had never enjoyed our bustling neighborhood filled with small children littering the streets, and irresponsible teenagers planning tricks just before Hallows Eve.
It was a horrid sight to us both.
Though, these things would not… could not…. Ever get us down.
We had each other, and that was all we needed.
In escaping our small town, we would travel to the small graveyard resting behind an unimaginably old Methodist church.
To us, it wasn't a macabre seen of horror and death, nighttime home for ghosts and poltergeist, but rather the calmest place we could sit and be alone.
We could have… would have… sat alone for hours as the soft whispers of limbo would drift past our ears, yet time would never cease to stand still for us.
When the whispers stopped, thunder crashed down upon us in it's place.
My mind became scattered.
The storm could scare me more than a spirit's anguish could torture me.
As fearful as I would get… I was never alone.
I was comforted.
A shoulder was there for me to cry on…. It wouldn't leave until I needed it to.
He would cover me with his jacket, a warm embrace, as I would cover my head to only hear my tears.
No matter the freezing cold rain that poured onto me, I could only feel warmth.
I only wanted to feel his warmth on me.
He moved my hands from my tear drenched face and placed them on his shoulders.
He placed his hands over my ears to drown out the sound of the intensity surrounding me.
He leaned in close to me, as close as I needed him.
He kissed me.
It has happened before.
But this… was different.
How did he know the extremes of my fears? -because he knew more about me than what I knew about myself-
The flames of the depths of hell could've escaped my soul when he was holding me.
The tides of the ocean would shift when we were at one.
A second could last forever when my head hit his shoulder.
The fog turned a dark grey and melded into the midnight blue sky.
The face of the moon stared down upon us.
The storm had stopped.
It was calm again.
The night was solemn.
We… were at peace.
We could feel the patches of drying grass beneath us as we lay down one had perfectly inside another.
We stared dazed into the star filled sky.
We could leave reality yet again and escape into the dreamland we still find ourselves in today.
That is the only thing I dream about.
I still feel the warmth of his heart from across the world…….
And I'm sure he can hear my soul.