I sat beside him. This feeling is wierd, just being seated beside him is arousing my senses. My eyes are closed, all I want to do is feel the atmosphere around us. My heart doesn't start racing like it should do, everything has calmed down. It's like my heart has started to take pleasure in the flow of blood and has started feeling itself beating. My soul seems to be peaceful. The peace that resides before the storm arrives.
I gently rub my hands over him, neither too soft nor too rough, but a texture I can play with all my life. He sits still, so do I, but something tempts my hands to move. I am feeling all relaxed, like suddenly this ocean is calm, and the fire has settled and the ashes are flying in the air and dancing with the melodies of the wind, it's beautiful, not the sight, the feel.
The storm of emotions soon wither away the peace that calmed my soul. This storm has taken over me, all the emotions pouring on me. Gigantic waves carrying my feelings crashing over the boat of my soul. This sudden storm will ruin it all. And then I breathe in, his aroma, it ensnared my senses. It feels like someone pushed me from a hilltop and I am just enjoying flying before I know I am falling. The boat soon arrives at the shore leaving the storm behind, but the mess it has created, the scars over this boat, yet again. But this time, they are sunkissed in the light, they look beautiful not like the twinkling stars but like I took away pearls from this ocean and bejeweled my soul with them. Just being seated beside him has made this possible.
I narrate the tales of my past, he doesn't make a sound, but this silence means acceptance. I wash my feelings over him, and he let's me get it all out. I shed my tears, he doesn't stop them from falling rather soak them into his soul, accepting all my perfect flaws. Forget about him giving me wings to fly high in the sky, I rather want to fall into him, all pieces of me, like all the stars from the sky falling onto the ground wherein they find solace. For his soul won't judge me, I know, he'll let all my emotions seep into him. And all that'll remain will be the gleaming moon of smile still brightening the darkness of my soul.
If this is what he can make me feel, I can keep my eyes forever closed. I'll keep reciting the tales of my life, and he'll not utter a word but let me be who I am and take me for who I was. He sits there still, I can feel him in front of me. I rest my head on him and my mind is suddenly blank, like I let all the water in my river flow into the deep ocean of his soul. This peace that it brings, I love this.