Time......

The first time I saw him was on a cold December evening. It was at an open house, for a little tea shop on Orchard Street. I don’t know if it was the way his light blue eyes stared straight into mine, or how when he laughed, I always found myself smiling, or maybe it was just the way he talked to me, like I was something special, something he treasured. Whatever it was, it doesn’t matter, because all that does matter is that I fell deeply, unbearably in love with him, and that was my undoing. January 5th 2005, the first time he held my hand. We were at the park with some friends, and I found myself lying on the frosty grass, looking up at the darkening sky. It wasn’t long before I felt him lay down beside me, just close enough to touch, and when he intertwined his fingers with mine, I felt something like a warm tingling run from my fingers and all the way to my toes. It was still cold in February, but I didn’t mind, because he was always there, his arms protectively around me, as if I was something that constantly needed to be guarded, or else it would be taken away. It made me feel warm, special, and I thought that I didn’t need anything else. Little did I know that he had already begun to slip away from me. March came, and with it my very first kiss. March 15th, we walk along the shore, hand in hand. We don’t dare touch the water, for winter has not yet lost its grip on our small town. A chilly breeze sweeps past us, lifting my hair from my shoulders and turning my nose pink. I tell him im cold, and his arms are soon around me. I look into his eyes, and I think of how they resemble the ocean and all its colors. He leans down near my face and whispers in my ear. His breath is warm and gentle, like a butterfly’s wing gently brushing against my ear. And then his lips are on mine, soft and smooth like a rose petal, and they taste like home.

When winter finally comes to an end, and summer is just around the corner, things turn for the worse. May 29th, we sit in a small diner, talking about our memories. I laugh at all his jokes, though half of them aren’t funny. Once again I find myself looking into his sea blue eyes, and he tells me he loves me. I don’t ever recall feeling as happy as I did at that moment, and when I repeated the words back to him, I meant them with all my heart. But someone once told me that good things often come to an end. I know now what they meant. There was so much blood, I thought I had lost him right then and there, but time let me keep him, just a little longer.

August 9th 2006, I lay beside his lifeless body, thinking back to the time he first held my hand. The doctor enters the room, and tells me its time to leave. Its time. That’s what they said when he drew his last breath. What he said to me right before he closed his sea blue eyes, never to look into mine again. Its time, Rose, its time. And it is “time”. Time is everything… and now the time has come for us to part, for our earthly love to come to an end. But I know that someday ill see you again. Someday ill get to see your beautiful sea blue eyes, ill get to touch your gentle lips, and in time, we’ll be together once again. Time can’t keep us apart forever; time only brings me closer to you.