WRONG LOVE
I sit beside you and watch as you drift in peaceful slumber, gently brushing the tiny wisps of hair covering your face. My finger traces your perfectly arched eyebrows, your small, upturned, button nose and your soft full lips. I put my face close to yours and feel the warmth of your breath, which i love. I take your bedimpled hand in mine and i smile in envy at its softness and perfect shape, turn it over and gaze at your palm and remember the hours we spent laughing and interpreting each line and curve representing the future so unbeknownst to us. When you get up and leave I know i will smother my face in that pillow and fill my senses with the familiar scent of your hair, your body — a scent that is uniquely your own.
I am in complete awe of your big heart, so giving and so forgiving. I often wonder why you love me the way that you do when i do not even love myself.
I love you.
I will marry you.
But not within this lifetime.
