Tender Love (c) 2016

His was a warm and tender love. He always looked out for me even when he was being a bit of a devil. He showed his affection not so much in words, but in deeds. The gentle touch of his hand on my arm as he led me around a puddle, the way he cocked his head and gazed into my eyes, and the sheer joy that spread across his face when he saw me waiting for him in the parking lot. He watched over me by trying to keep me safe when I did something foolish, but he never suffocated me. He gave me freedom and wings to fly high and experience life in all its glory.

The passage of years has not softened my longing for him or diminished the memories we had made. True love is a once in a lifetime event. Once you have, it never really goes away.

With the growing colors of spring, the sparkling dew, the fresh scent of grass, trees, flowers, the chirping of birds, the pleasant coolness of the awakening day, the feeling of serenity, of being at peace with the world overcomes me.

I won’t be caught hiding in the shadows full of sorrow. He wouldn’t want me to live in sadness. There’s no one whispering in my ears. It’s so peaceful here and so lonely.

There comes a time when you feel the want to leave, to see the world, indeed, the universe, outside of your heart, your here and now.

Oh, how I wish I could visit the places he had, to see the sights as he viewed them. It would bring a calming influence to my soul to know that I walked along the same paths, trails, and markets where he once trod. What joy I would experience just knowing I sampled the same foods, cultures, and environs he loved.

I wish, perhaps, to call upon some angel will hear my plea and want to help. Perhaps, I think the kind angel will bring him back to me.

 

(c) 2016 All rights reserved.

 

 

 (c) 2016 All rights reserved.

 

 

 

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