Timeless Love

He slid into bed, after a long day that wore him down from the inside out. As he pulled the covers over his head, her smell rose from the comforter to greet him. It enveloped his body in a warm, familiar embrace, penetrating his nasal passages and awakening the old memories. The smell of freshly laundered linens mixed in with a touch of sweet vanilla, reminded him that he missed having her next to him as he slept.

Those thoughts dug themselves out of the cold ground of his entrenched soul. He remembered her softness, her kindness and her affections. The feel of her smooth silky skin against his back—as her arms encircled his waist and shoulders in a loving cradle—was something that he missed very much. They seemed to be able to ward off and drain away the negative energies that would do him harm.

Often at night, as he stayed up burning the midnight oil, he could still discern her essence roaming the room. The barely perceptible and delightful smell would linger in the air, comforting him as well as reminding him of a love that once was. As long as he remembered that in life, all things are possible, he would continue to live each day in the best way he knew how.

Laying there for a time—he found himself awash in the pool of vivid memories of years passed. He sat up and walked outside. The slight chill and morning dew met him with a smile, promising that the air would be crisp and the day beautiful. Looking east down the street, he knew that she wouldn’t be coming, but wanted to look upon the dawn of a new day. Staring at the rising sun, he would wait for the time to come when she would once again walk into his life.

Such was the passage of love. Timeless.