And just for thought...
He stood by the window that morning as I rolled over to look at him,
stark naked with his hands on his hips, thinking of a secret he was not sharing.
His hair was rustled and there was a dreamy look in his eyes as his shoulders flexed, relaxed.
I thought to myself as a smile spread across my sleepy eyes that he was beautiful in the morning hours,
maybe this one would be different then all the others that have stood by that window.
I wanted to reach out to him, to pull him back into that warm bed beside me once more,
to make love to the sounds of the birds but I knew I couldn't.
I knew the rules of this game.
He was to come to me so I waited, watched as he turned towards me, saying good morning
as he reached for his pants that were tossed in the heat of passion the night before and
I knew how this story ended in that moment.
It was the usual routine, felt it so many times before.
Love me for a bit, for a moment, for his pleasure, and then I disappear until my name floats back into your consiousness one random day.
I rolled over, trying to hide the disappointment of our meaningless night, another man to add to my growing list of hopefuls-never-to-be.
He put his hand on my hip, leaned in close to me and whispered,
"I was a beautiful sight first thing in the morning."
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.