never let me go

It was a day that involved nice weather and a lemonade. I put on my favorite sundress and some old shoes so that I could breathe in the summer air while on a walk. With each step I took, my mind retreated farther and farther into a world involving everything but reality. The lemonade was a perfect, cool temperature and helped me from stopping at every drink stand I saw. It was as I was passing one particular drink stand that I saw this boy. He was no older than seventeen or so with his white polo and cackies. For the first time in my life, my mind did not care if it was in reality. He was good enough for my dreams, but too good for my small town. I caught his gaze that was directed towards me, I replied to the half smile with a smile of my own. As my feet led me closer to him, he stood where he was, waiting for me to catch up.  A casual conversation was all it became that day on the sidewalk, but a conversation that led to another conversation and another. I became intrigued by this man who claimed to be mysterious. For he never let me hear a name or a past, he left most topics unknown.

His mouth spoke sweet things and gave mature responses. He was no boy, this was a man. He said all ladies deserved a man to treat them right, how he would give anything to show a broken woman love. If he only knew I was the broken woman he needed. Yes, needed. I would have given anything at that moment for what I thought he would never offer. I wanted more than anything to be the woman he would feel cherished to love forever. And for someone I had just met, that thought should have never crossed my mind. Forever is a word that is too long of a time for a stranger to be a part of. But I was ready to risk it all. Everything and anything I had to offer.

I fell in love with a man I barely knew, and he caught me. As I realized I was safe, he whispered that he would never let me go. I was his broken woman and we were going to take on forever.

Forever to the end of time.