Here I sit with a bottle of Heineken in hand, nothing in my mind and the prospect of a blog entry before I go to bed. I figure I would do what I always do and just let it flow, but usually by this time I would have an idea of what I was going to write about, but tonight I’ve got nothing. Beer number three and I have something to share. Feedback? Enjoy…
She pulled closed the shutters and stopped the rain falling on his face. She caressed the beads of water from his nose and eyes and drew her finger across his lips wetting them. She kissed him softly and he smiled subconsciously.
“Loving you is bliss,” she whispered even though he was asleep and clearly couldn’t respond. It didn’t matter, she meant just that, it was bliss and she knew it.
She protected him while he slept, just as he protected her whenever they were awake. He was strong like a rock and there was nothing he couldn’t do for her, except show her his feelings. He loved her and she guessed it, but she never knew how much.
A year later and he is all alone. The rain falls on his face as he sleeps and there is no one there to wipe his brow. There is no one there to love him and protect him when he is asleep and no longer strong.
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