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These Days Are Limited
By SteffiSevenfold

 

His eyes looked so sad. So frightened.
I needed so desperately to kiss those lips.
To kiss them as lovingly and hungrily as I could.
To kiss them like never before.
My body caved. My heart bled. My mind numbed.
Lifeless and weak, I stared at the picture, his picture, that stood before his burial sight.
I could still feel him around, but the that feeling was weakening.
I could still hear his voice, but that voice was fading.
Memories of us flashed before my eyes like a death sentence.
Maybe being here right now was a death sentence.
Those warm, sunny fall mornings when I'd wake up in your arms.
Wake up to your kisses.
Wake up to your touch.
Those humid November nights when you'd make me a romantic dinner by candle light.
Watching the orange glow flicker about your face.
Watching the night fall around us.
Those almost chilly midnights when you'd make love to me.
Caressing your face in my hands.
Caressing your heart in mine.
Those days when we'd lay in bed together and you'd whisper the sweetest words in my ear.
Telling me that I'm your wings to fly.
Telling me that I bring the best out of you.
That breezy afternoon at the beach when you'd been on one knee.
Asked me to be yours forever.
Asked me to be the one you'd cherish for eternity.
"I need you desperately."
I felt like a moron talking to a picture frame.
"I miss you, baby. I miss staring into your gorgeous eyes. The only eyes I could get lost in for days."
And then I collapsed to my knees with his picture held tightly against my chest.
It's almost as if my tear ducts had been slit. All those months without his love finally came crashing down on me.
In the silence of the night.
In the silence only disturbed by the ruffling leaves.
I cried over your memorial like rain on dry asphalt.
I cried until I was heaving. I cried until I was gagging.
I cried until I couldn't breathe and my eyes ran dry.
Time was lost. People meant nothing. The world stopped turning.
When I put your picture down infront of the violet rose of your favorite color, my fingers traced over the words written just for you.
Husband. Friend. Lover.
Jonathan L. Sewerd.
(Nov. 18 1984 - Aug. 25 2008)
Forever loving James O. Sullivan.
" I hope you can wait for me, Johnny."
And blowing a final kiss goodbye, I stood and walked away from the love of my life.







So, I'm not going to lie, I deffinetly got this idea off of eXes_&_oHs story.
As you can tell, that story made me think and I read it daily.
So. . .yeah.

 

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