Snow

Fictional Post.

The most beautiful thing in the world has to be the way the snowflakes gently fall to the ground, the way they softly land on your closed eyes. They cling to your eyelashes like a child grasping a mothers hand as it takes its first steps. But as I watch it melts from your lashes and more take it’s place. Eager to fill the space.

Being happy is like holding a baby and hearing it’s first laugh, it’s having a young child come up and hug you for no reason, it’s like hearing a bird sing it’s song of love, of seeing two cats curled into each other, it’s seeing two elderly people walking holding hands. It’s true, long lasting love.

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And as the snow starts falling again, it picks up speed and more and more falls. Slowly trying to cover us. You gradually open your eyes, and I wonder if you were asleep… Your eyes carry the weight of grogginess. The blue seems not as bright today, instead of a bright Caribbean blue, they seem to be a light cloudy blue. The look in your eyes told me you couldn’t tell if this was a dream or not. So, acting as though its a dream, I pull you towards me and kiss you for the last time. As I let you go, I feel my mind go numb as the world around me fades. And I realize, if there’s any way to die, this would be it…

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