The testament of love in him, strung on hope as her gentle sobs only served as quick reminders of hearts broken and tears running so loud. Tears he couldn’t catch (they were never his to catch.)
The ache in both hearts, as they straddled against each other in the dim of light, so heavy and burdening. The taste of it so bitter in both their mouths that kisses couldn’t soothe anymore but trim joy and crucify it all to peace lost.
His childlike delight she alone knew how to treasure now left to a stranger stranger to understand and maybe learn to love, the ache of it grew to parts they alone knew how to pleasure. Such sinful ways to say goodbye. Hurt’s lust was too strong for any of them to resist, even in the face of death. It hurt her more to know, she’d be gone and out of misery but he’d not try to find any other as good as she.
“…some part of him knew that would never be him.” – Cindy Cherie.
“I would have done anything to take it away from her – The pain. All of it. To hold her in my arms and let it soak beneath my skin. What is love? Love is looking someone’s agony in the eye, reaching out a wanting hand and saying, Give it to me, I’ll take it.” – Cindy Cherie
The ache of losing someone irreplaceable. An excerpt from a book I’ll never write. ***R.I.P Mom :'(:'(:'(***