Personal Heaven:

It was only a gentle kiss on my hair, hidden in the soft darkness,
I sighed...
and in that breath a million questions and insecurities were released
so that I might never have to deal with them again.
and I thought- for a moment- maybe more-
that if the world were to end right then
perhaps that would be okay...
and if, perchance, I would never breathe again,
that possibly life wasn't such a waste afterall.
I held his hand tightly and wondered if, concievably,
this was what it was like to be truly content.
I couldn't think of one place I would have rather been than in his arms...
and for some reason my heart can't think of a more comforting place even now.
I wondered if there was anyone in the world
who was wishing for what I had at that moment.
There is no greater serenity in existance.
This, I thought, must be what happens in heaven.
Soft kisses on my hair in the darkness.




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