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Couldn't Sleep


She was lost. 
Not in who or where she was. 
Just lost. 
In a moment, she fell between the cracks of reality as she laid there just studying him as he dreamed. 
Never in her life had she felt so misplaced and cognizant all in one moment. 
Overwhelmed with emotions unbeknownst to her prior, she laid there with him and began to weep. 
Not for him.
Not for these emotions that overtook her in this rare moment, but for the moments she knew she would be without him. 
Mourning the times that she knew that she would have to bare alone when their worlds no longer collided. 
A young bride and her new world. Disoriented by these feelings that she believed no longer dwelled inside her and only then comprehending the dangers of these emotions. No longer could she hide the vulnerability that threatened to overtake her once pseudo persona of strength and that terrified her. No longer could she place the mask upon her face and avoid the confrontation of speaking her private thoughts aloud. To articulate these feelings, she believed, were to give them life whilst giving them the fortitude necessary to finally let them drown her. 
But him. He was unlike any other. His attributes resembled that of Gods and he was so blind to it. His arms could withstand the trials and tribulations of the day and strangle any insecurities away. With the delicate touch of his hands, he could mend the unperceivable wounds left by other unworthy men and construct masterpieces in moments. The projection of his voice could bring a beast to their knees. But, his blindness and humble nature to his own strength are what mesmerized her to him. 

There will never be another like this man to this woman nor would she ever want again with him. Though they struggle, they persist. Not for rank or for happiness, but for love. Their love was unlike any before or any after. It transcends time and worlds. Although as she lay there and grieved the undetermined future, she knew she would find him again. That assurance is what lulled her into a deep sleep as she fell back into those arms. The soft lullaby of their breathing intertwined demolished any doubt they felt as another night passed and time went on.

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