The cold, dark, endless night appeared unbearable for the young lover. Her feelings hightened with anticipation, her heart longing for the touch of the man she yearned for. Adorement clouded her mind as she pondered how he held her, touched her, kissed her. She could not want any more than to hear his gentle and tender voice echo the words "I love you." Yet, despite her earnest compassion, she is left alone this night. Left as simple and hopeful as she was when he left before. After the long hours of impatient and painful waiting, she acknowledged the fact of his abscence. He was not going to arrive to her home, he was not going to cling to her as if he had not seen her for years, he was not going to come and kiss those soft and devoted lips that pleaded for his intimacy.
She wept that night. The minutes donned the affect of hours upon this dreary and never-ending night. Without him, she feels alone and empty. Without him, she feels incomplete. Even though she knows that there may be a tomorrow, the solitude of the winter night creeps into her lonesome soul. Sleep was not attained until the weariness of her sobbing had lulled her to rest.
~*Whispers of a Dream*~
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