Love Letters (very rough draft creative writing)


General:

It was a beautiful time; the morning was full of joy, laughter and cuddles. The evenings, soft conversation between lovers and friends. Memories were made then that have never been rivaled and will never be overwritten. They have no equal in the past, nor challenger in the future. They sit alone, atop a pedestal of light and love.

Any mistakes that were made can be taken and dropped into the rivers of time. They belong there, where they can nourish and teach. All is forgiven.

The heart has a special place for love. It is like the vacuum of space; it is still, quiet, full of silence. But in certain places, at certain times, it is ignited and explodes. Why this happens, is not known. How it happens, is a mystery. But how it feels, is experienced by the luckiest of those on earth. The select few who have the privilege of feeling the ambrosia of love bursting through their chest.

Each morning, waking up to the warm embrace of love; it is a special, lifelong gift. No matter how long it lasts, as part of daily life, it lives on forever in hearts and memories.

How many out there know the warmth of love in the heart? Mothers and fathers with new babies must know it, they must feel it permeating their bodies each time they see or think of their child. The mere thought keeps loneliness at bay, gives purpose and stills fear. Upon falling in love, nothing can penetrate the bubble; it is an intense tunnel vision that only time can interdict.

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3rd person he/she:

Time stood still in the moments just after he opened his eyes. With her breath, his eyes would swallow her beauty; the glow of her skin in the amber morning light, the way her chest rose with each gentle breath, then fell like a billowing sheet. Mornings together were times of absence of mind, no thoughts of any kind, let alone doubts or worries. Pure experience. Just being alive, together.

Those days are memories now, but they are strong and clear and vibrant. Colourful images that merge with his dreams at night. He cherishes them for what they are, and needs only for his mind to keep them safe inside.

Such a short time it lasted, but even mere days or weeks would have been enough. What she gave him in any one of those days alone was more than he had ever expected, more than he could ask for or imagine.

The world seemed to fade away then. Was it heaven they were taken to? Or it came down to them? Perhaps heaven was born inside of them, and spread out like an ocean of bubble bath filling their house. They played in it like children splashing around, then pulled the plug and let it all flow away. But some bubbles remained on them throughout the week, clinging to them as they went about their lives, reminding them silently and secretly.

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