Once, at least, I know the radio was my enemy. Tormented daily by dedications and love songs played over and over for the lucky ones.
My indifference about the Lovers’ Holiday, Chocolates and Ruby Red Roses was mere to the longing and emptiness I felt when seeing lovers kiss.
Bewilderment over the failure of my four leaf clover’s power consumed me.
A wastebasket filled with evidence of pain and tears mirrored my mind’s beliefs of no value, a life wasted.
Aching inside for the touch of his strong hands, intoxicating scent and prickly stubble on my cheek, if only for a moment more, a whirlwind of delusions swooping me out of reality to a desolate island of self-torment.
Darkness deprived me.
Reality rescued me.
Today, with your warm breath on my neck, our legs tangled together, my name whispered through your lips, your smile bright, reflecting the glow of my utter joy, it’s as if there’s never been any other moment but this time-stopping, heart-throbbing one.
I am the value. I am the Moment. I always remember I am so I’ll never have to forget.
Girlfriend, this post is emotionally telling of the deepest levels of joy and pain our heart experiences in romantic love.
