She is Me

-michael hoblak

Her skin is warm, the feeling of it is magnificent; there could be nothing better. Her lips, soft and moist, they call to me, tempting me. Her eyes are full of passion, they speak to me in a way words cannot describe.

Her silky black hair, perfect. Brown eyes, gorgeous. Pink lips, subtly aware. Her smile shows me that the world is not all bad, that there is still happiness to be had. Her soft whispers nourish me, the warmth of her breath upon my face is reassuring. In this moment, the world seems to live for me.

I lean in, our noses brush, and pull away. She looks at me, confused. I look her in the eyes: “I want to kiss you.” She smiles that smile. My entire face is ambushed by a rush of blood. She reaches out, takes a hold of a string on my sweater. She gently tugs on it, then grabs the other as well, and pulls me in, slowly, towards her. She is still smiling that smile.

When I see her eyes, I shake violently. When I hear her voice, I tremble terribly. When I feel her skin, I stumble stupidly. When I kiss her lips, I trip ecstatically. I think I am in love.

But her body is not what matters. She runs deeper than that, far deeper than any rabbit-hole. They say she’s troubled, that she hates herself and all else in the world, but I don’t listen – they don’t know her like I know her, they don’t see her how I see her. Her mind is beautiful, more so than anything about her body; I see her in a light like no other. The world may have betrayed her before, but I am here for her now, like she is here for me. Nothing is wrong when she is near.

Things have changed, though – our story is at its end before the prologue is even over. We have nothing left to say, no more tales to tell. I hate her, or at least try to, but cannot – I know these tears will dry, what is broken will be fixed. How can I be so sure? Because this girl, and memories like these, are everything right, everything beautiful, everything there is, in the world. Because this girl, and memories like these, will forever be my happy place.

fin.