I know of no other like her. I’m pulled up each day by the thought of her. The smile that warms me, the eyes that read all my secrets, the caress of her fingers against my cheek, the sound of her breath in my ear as she sleeps in my arms; no other is like her.
We met by chance, luck. She was warm and welcoming, full of laughter and a new-found friendship. She made me laugh, she made me think, she helped me not take myself so seriously. That chance meeting would send us on a path of friendship that grew with each new day, regardless of the distance and time that separated us. Years would pass before we would stand together again, but when we finally did; she made me laugh, she made me think, she helped me not to take myself so seriously.
I survived the dismantling of my life, and there she was again. She listened to my fears and my dreams, she calmed my weary heart, she opened my eyes to my new life. I felt this feeling growing inside of me, this pull, this attraction. I pretended it was all a consequence of circumstance; it couldn’t be real. I was so wrong. She was inside me, walking around in all the dark corners I had kept hidden from the world for so many years; lighting each new room with her tender way. I tried to ignore it, but it was stronger than I realized.
Standing in the entranceway of her apartment, nerves turning me inside out, sweating, shaking, fumbling over my words. A whisper, “Come here.” A kiss. One kiss to wash away my fears and confirm what was waiting inside my heart. One kiss to show her how much she means to me. One kiss to bind us together. One kiss to start a journey in motion that just keeps getting better.
There is no other woman like her. She is patient with my fears and gentle with my heart. I feel her stare and I blush. She touches me and I melt. She is the love of my lifetime, and there is no other like her.