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Our Last True Moment

You made love to me tonight in such a way. You made love to me like it was the first time and the very last time you would ever touch me. You made love to me and it was so beautiful; so painful and so beautiful that I cried, because I felt in those sweet moments my entire soul shatter. You lit all of the dark corners of my mind and made me whole again, then at the very end shattered them with light so brilliant my heart was blinded. My mind wept tears of agony at what felt like "Good bye" while my body screamed out for more, never wanting this euphoric bliss to end. And my soul became whole and rebroke over and over again in those exquisite moments of connection that I've been craving for so so long and haven't known what's been missing. Did you feel it? Did a vast multitude of emotions swarm through you as well? Did it consume you body, mind and soul? Was it real? Was I dreaming??? I know it was real but, it's been so long since I've felt connected to you in that way that it felt like a dream...the most exquisite dream I've ever had. Will things be better when the sun arises on the morrow? Or will they once again be bitter tears and hard words...can we make this our turning point? Or is this your way of saying that you're finally done with me?  
The entire time I was struggling not to say "I love you!" Struggling not to scream it with the full emotions of my heart, struggling not to cry it out to you as I shattered over and over and over.  
Because the fear of not hearing it back in such a moment, with me being in such a delicate emotional state would have ruined me forever.  
You, and you alone, are the LOVE of my life! But I fear that I may not be the love of yours. And so I tried to transfer what I wanted to say through my body and radiate it into yours. You owned me entirely in those moments, consumed me, you healed and broke me...and; if given the chance to, I would gladly surrender my body to you again if it meant I'd get to feel the butterflies and the all consuming love one last time. Was it just a moment of insanity on your part? Well, if it was, I would rather not know. Allow me my delusions for tonight, and if it happens to be the very last I get then I shall cherish it forever.  
 
Love,  
 
She who was to be your wife
Written by Mystic_Dreamer (Chels)
Published | Edited 15th Jun 2017
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