Moments

At the risk of sounding completely delusional, I have to say real love does exist. In the deepest of thoughts and the strangest of places, it s in our old friends that we treasure and our family whom we hope will always be there for us. It s also in the people that hurt us and we know it. Imagine a woman, that has been loved genuinely and felt it every second after, a woman that can live on a memory and allow it to satisfy her. She allows it to tell her that she is fine, she does not need to touched nor does she need a voice to remind her, a woman with a faith so great it allows her to go to bed with the comfort of a memory of a man that could possibly be a fragment of her imagination. A walk down memory lane proved there is a time in my life i cannot remember, perhaps i do not want to remember but, it is a time where i had two conflicting emotions. firstly i was scared because of an event i had been warned would occur but made a choice to go ahead and see for myself and secondly I was happy because i had found a man so adoring i felt his presence in his calm sense and pure essence a man that could make a promise and stick with it. In essence i have experienced love and adoration in a man worthy of love. Imagine the disappointment i felt when i realised i had let him go and had reason why. I have pure memories of him back in a time when love had no note of a bedroom or a touch just a glance did it. A vivid one in his car behind my parent's yard, we spoke, laughed and blushed. He was there for me, i had not asked him he had decided on his free will how can I not love him, or his no character, or his memory? In a real world, in the world now, he has moved on met the love of his life it does not mean he is not the love of mine. Every moment with him has always been profound and exciting he has been the only one that i still care for with no side resentments because as it turns out he has never not once hurt me. His kiss, so gentle and amazingly exciting and contenting and the same time, lovingly covering me without pressure but security, the type of kiss that tingles in your belly no matter how many times you replay it.
The tone of his voice clears all doubts, he is my calm day, my clear blue sky, my still stream my friend and an angel that touched me. I remember you, I always will.