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Until I wear a ring on my hand and its pair is worn on yours, I choose not to call you “mine”; but remember that even husband and wife promise “to have and to hold” and not “to own.”
So, until then, I shall beHAVE and beHOLD.
It’s really quiet tonight but I am not alone. The Keeper of hearts watches over me with me as I lay in silence with my thoughts. Most of them, of you. My mind,still drawing even without a pen in my hand, tries to draw the line of your lips across the canvas of my mind. With fluid strokes, it strives to remember the curve of every eyelash of the windows to your soul that captivate me. My olfactory’s workers are scurrying about trying to gather memories of flowers, vanilla, morning due,and berries in an attempt to take hold of you for even a little while. My hands, that long to feel the touch yours, dreams that one day their palms would rest against yours as they pray. Tonight, my eyes shall close to dream again of waking up to the sight of you in my arms. I am grateful that the Keeper of hearts, the Giver of dreams, and your Father, whom I will one day ask for your hand, are all-One and the same.