My life is a complete and total waste. I will never love again. I always say that.
I dream, every night, that she is holding me. There she is. So beautiful, All mine.
"I love you". Her voice is like a rose petal, dancing in the soft flow of the breeze.
She holds me close and I caress her cheek. Longing, again, for the sensation of
her lips on mine. "I'll never hurt you", she whispers softly, "I want this moment to
never end".
Slowly, I move my hand to the back of her neck, Gently urging her lips to mine.
Just as they touch, everything becomes dark and starts slipping away. I looked
up at her face just as she closed her eyes and whispered again, "I love you".
First her lips, then her whole face becomes pixilated and disappears.
"Cené!" I called after her. "Don't leave me!" Again, I pleaded and begged
her not to go. But, she said nothing. She was gone.
I woke to my alarm screaming, as I do every morning. I rubbed my face,
my eyes swollen with tears, and sighed. Reaching for the nightstand next to
my bed, I picked up the picture that she had made for me only three months
before. I read the names aloud the names that she had printed on the paper.
Mine and hers, Marielle and Cené.
'I loved her so much', I thought to myself, '
and still, very much do.'
I glided my forefinger along the page again and set back where it was.