peace that I have never experienced before. When you hold me close, I feel as if everything is right in the world and that nothing can touch me. Not even leukemia. I have always loved you, and I knew that, but it wasn’t until the past six months that I have realized just how much. I didn’t think it was possible to love another human being the way I love you. It is almost frightening to me. I have never felt so vulnerable, as weak, to another as I do to you. Dancing with you gives me hope. Hope for a future with you. Hope that my disease will be cured, and I can give everything I am to you. Hope is all I have. Hope is the foundation for my strength.
As we danced, I took in your scent. I always loved the way you smell—clean and musky, seductive and sensual. Your scent is intoxicating and addicting, and I didn’t want to let go of you. You would frequently spin me away from you, and you would stare into my eyes as we swayed together to the sweet strings of the orchestra that emitted out of the radio speakers. You move like water. You have turned into a great dancer, Ryan. I was in heaven. Maybe I have already died and gone to heaven. You are my angel, my light at the end of the tunnel. You are my warmth, my peace, my strength, my hope. You are everything I have always thought of as heaven being.
I still can’t believe you have taken time off your career to be with me. I feel bad that you don’t get to see your friends and that you have put off a major movie production to be with me. I begged you not to. But you didn’t want to hear any of it. You promised me that this was what you wanted and that this is where you are supposed to be at this exact moment in your life. “Acting will always be there. You may not,” you would plead to me. Although it is an awful thing to say, you are right. Neither of us knows what the future is.
My knees were starting to weaken from the dancing, and once you realized that you were the only thing holding me up, you carried me to the patio recliner on the back deck. You went inside to grab a blanket to wrap us up in as you held me while we listened to the tide come in. “Thanks for the dance,” you whispered in my ear. I leaned my head against your chest, and I was so overwhelmed with the feelings that you had ignited inside of me. I absorbed the surroundings. As we sat in silence, I watched as the last of the Jet Skis and boats weaved their way into the lagoons to dock before the last of the sun went down. The warm season is just getting started, and this has always been my favorite time of the year—the tourist season. I love the excitement that exudes from parents as they watch their young children experience the sand and the ocean for the first time. I love watching teenagers experience the excitement of their first big catch as their fathers help them reel it inside the boat. I love watching couples walk hand-in- hand or arm-in-arm where the water meets the sand, letting all their troubles go, if only for that moment. This is a place where people come to get away, to create happy memories, and to try to forget about the bad ones. It’s humbling to know that our home is really a sanctuary for most other people. But for me, my sanctuary is in your arms and nowhere else.
“What are you thinking about?” You broke the silence as you held me close to keep me warm.
“I was thinking about how much you mean to me,” I answered.
“Oh yeah? How much?”
I buried my head into your chest, trying to become one with your heart.
“I’m dying,” I paused for a moment. “I’m dying, and the most valuable thing to me, right now, is my life. But somehow still, I seem to love you more than I love my life. And I don’t want to keep on fighting to live if I can’t live without you.”
You lifted my chin so that my eyes could meet yours. “Well, then, keep on fighting, baby, because you will never have to live without me.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.” And with that, you
As we danced, I took in your scent. I always loved the way you smell—clean and musky, seductive and sensual. Your scent is intoxicating and addicting, and I didn’t want to let go of you. You would frequently spin me away from you, and you would stare into my eyes as we swayed together to the sweet strings of the orchestra that emitted out of the radio speakers. You move like water. You have turned into a great dancer, Ryan. I was in heaven. Maybe I have already died and gone to heaven. You are my angel, my light at the end of the tunnel. You are my warmth, my peace, my strength, my hope. You are everything I have always thought of as heaven being.
I still can’t believe you have taken time off your career to be with me. I feel bad that you don’t get to see your friends and that you have put off a major movie production to be with me. I begged you not to. But you didn’t want to hear any of it. You promised me that this was what you wanted and that this is where you are supposed to be at this exact moment in your life. “Acting will always be there. You may not,” you would plead to me. Although it is an awful thing to say, you are right. Neither of us knows what the future is.
My knees were starting to weaken from the dancing, and once you realized that you were the only thing holding me up, you carried me to the patio recliner on the back deck. You went inside to grab a blanket to wrap us up in as you held me while we listened to the tide come in. “Thanks for the dance,” you whispered in my ear. I leaned my head against your chest, and I was so overwhelmed with the feelings that you had ignited inside of me. I absorbed the surroundings. As we sat in silence, I watched as the last of the Jet Skis and boats weaved their way into the lagoons to dock before the last of the sun went down. The warm season is just getting started, and this has always been my favorite time of the year—the tourist season. I love the excitement that exudes from parents as they watch their young children experience the sand and the ocean for the first time. I love watching teenagers experience the excitement of their first big catch as their fathers help them reel it inside the boat. I love watching couples walk hand-in- hand or arm-in-arm where the water meets the sand, letting all their troubles go, if only for that moment. This is a place where people come to get away, to create happy memories, and to try to forget about the bad ones. It’s humbling to know that our home is really a sanctuary for most other people. But for me, my sanctuary is in your arms and nowhere else.
“What are you thinking about?” You broke the silence as you held me close to keep me warm.
“I was thinking about how much you mean to me,” I answered.
“Oh yeah? How much?”
I buried my head into your chest, trying to become one with your heart.
“I’m dying,” I paused for a moment. “I’m dying, and the most valuable thing to me, right now, is my life. But somehow still, I seem to love you more than I love my life. And I don’t want to keep on fighting to live if I can’t live without you.”
You lifted my chin so that my eyes could meet yours. “Well, then, keep on fighting, baby, because you will never have to live without me.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.” And with that, you
Similar Books
Breathless
Emily Snow, Heidi McLaughlin, Aleatha Romig, Tijan, Jessica Wood, Ilsa Madden-Mills, Skyla Madi, J.S. Cooper, Crystal Spears, K.A. Robinson, Kahlen Aymes, Sarah Dosher
