“Are you happy?” I asked.
She shrugged and smiled.
“I am not sad anymore.”
She is such a player with words. I don’t want her to be “not sad” I want her heart to burst with happiness. Her face to light up when she smiles. I look at her, her eyes… but I don’t know how to say it. In the words of the world all meaning is lost. In the sound of this silence, I want her to touch my soul and feel that it is filled with nothing but love for her.
She’ll know …
Someday when I’ll make her mine.
I held her hand gently as she rested her head on my shoulder.
Someday soon, I thought.
For now, we sat in silence watching the stars twinkling in the night sky.
I felt safe. Warm and comfortable.. not “not sad”. With him I was happy but it was incomplete. I looked up at the Heavens and hoped the silent prayer of my heart would reach Him…
O God, make him mine …