The sound of opening doors swarmed my bleak, mournful thoughts. I herd you, I felt you. Standing over top of me with wings that covered me like the night sky engulfs the earth. I felt you looking inside at me before I even looked up. Pulling me from the darkness I had buried myself in with sorrows of the mistakes I called lessons. Filling me with energy. Like the moon that orchestrates the waves of the ocean even on the darkest dusk. The faint feeling of your breath brushing across the back of neck. Setting the moment for something new.

I refused to turn around. I was scared. Not of what was to come, but how it was going to end. I felt you drop to your knees. You touched my shoulders. I felt the inconceivable warmth of your hands firmly running down my arms. Hand in hand, you crossed them in front of me. Holding me densely. Drying the tears off my cheek, you moved your hands to my arms. Turning me to face you. I opened my eyes. Extraordinary you.

And when I laid my eyes on you, they quit roaming, because you caught them. And in that moment, my heart stopped beating on its own. Every moment after, it started beating with yours. In those moments, you, took my breath away. Now, I breath in you. Breathing in every intoxicating essence of your invariable being. A phenomenal kind of wicked. Everything about you pulls me into you. Pulling my very soul into yours. Innertwining them into one ever after story that never ends.