Time will tell

There's a song, that for some reason I have heard lots recently. 

It reminds me of you. 

It plays over in my mind, or should I say, that one particular verse plays over in my mind, just as the visions and thoughts about you do too.

Thoughts of you creep into my thoughts, often at the most inopportune moments.  

At times that my focus should really be elsewhere.

But then, those thoughts of you bring a smile.

I wonder if the thoughts will ever play out in the reality.  I wonder if they will ever see the light of day outside the depths of my mind.

I guess time will tell.

And while the song and some of the words are beautiful, I hope that the story that sits behind the lyrics is not of how the reality will be. 

I guess time will tell.

I spoke of you yesterday....

I spoke of you yesterday.

For the first time in so many years. 

The sense of loss of the friendship we once had came over me in waves as I later recalled and reflected just how life changed from that day I had to had to leave and walk away. 

That day I had to let go <here>

I can still recall that final touch, the way your skin felt under my fingers as I touched your cheek.

I can still feel that sense of pain as my heart felt like a mirror shattering as it hit the floor in a load of tiny pieces.  

I can still feel the sting of the tear that went down my cheek at that farewell, the one that mirrored your own.

I can still recall the saddest sentence "what might have been", except, I know even now that it would never have been, it could never have been.

I found myself wondering about where life has taken you since then.  

I've seen you twice, once from a distance. And once a moment shared that should never have been.  It's still years since I have seen you. 

I've often thought about where you are, of where you've been.

The passing of time, the passing of the years still do not take away from the loss of the friend I once had, the friendship that we shared.

We shared a lot. 

I carry no regrets only special moments that I will never forget. Except, I do regret the friendship that we lost.

I hope life has been kind.  I hope that you have been happy.

My friend, I wish that for you always.

Lured

He feasts himself upon her skin, mouth moving over the soft curves of her body.  

His hands enjoy the feel of silk as he digs his fingers into her flesh. 

Mouth devouring as he sinks his teeth into her. 

Loving the way her hips thrust upwards into his mouth.

The taste of her skin fills his mouth, harsher his fingers pulled at her skin. As he worked his mouth over the curve of her ass.  

Her scent fills his lungs, luring him deeper beneath her spell. 

He knows

There are times she takes him apart, not with violence but with a look, she stares through his skin, through his bones and sees everything he may seek to deny or hide. 

When he is defeated, she will be there to pick up the pieces, the beast that moments before tore at his skin, gently caresses and holds. She holds his heart and life in her hands, she sees him as him. 

All of him.

She sees his flaws, his failings, his pain. She sees him fall apart and yet holds him together, she sees him at his best even when he feels at his worst, when he wishes he could be more, yet he is so much more than he may see.  

But she sees.

She knows. 

He is hers. 

Forever. Hers. 

And that he knows.