I traced my finger from her cheek to her ears, brushing her hair aside. Her make up was all smudged up as she had been crying all night, still she looked very beautiful to my eyes. I lay down next to her, hugged her with my arms, kept her close, and kissed her shoulders. I placed my hand on her waist, leaned my head closer to hers, her body felt warm and comfortable laying beside mine.
“Don’t leave”, she whispered as she took my hand and wrapped it around her body.
This maybe our last night together, and I don’t know if I will ever see her again. If I could stay with her forever, I would; cuddle with her from morning till night, kiss her lips when she least expect it, or hug her from behind just to show her how much she means to me. I wish I had more time to enjoy many more moments with her, to see her beautiful smile, hold her warm and small body, or just talk to her more.
All I know is that we were destined to be together, two lovers meant to be happy forever, and be together always. I wish to believe that. Even if I die, and have to go through hell, I will do it, to hold her again within my arms. It may take a day, or a week, or a year, or even more, I will always find my way back to her, my one beloved.
It is because I promised I would make her happy, wipe her tears away, never make her cry again and love her forever.