2004
It would be her
If anyone could, it would be her.
Warm hazel eyes probed gently, tentatively, slowly so as if not to spook my skiddish heart. “I’m not going anywhere.” she whispered.
She made me nervous and calm all at the same time. Prickly heat flowed through my skin making me want to scratch, but I couldn’t move. She was close. Too close.
A curly tendril of her honey auburn hair slipped from behind her ear into her face. The muscles in my arm twitched. . . fingers wanting to reach over and tuck the rebellious strand back into place behind her ear, but I was as frozen as a deer in headlights.
I could feel her. She was peering over the brick wall which surrounded my heart. A wall carefully masoned with time. Eyes closed, she trailed her fingers along the weathered brick. A slight smile curled upon her face as she felt ‘that spot’. . .that give. She gently swept the dust away, took a firm hold, and pulled a brick away.
I inhaled deeply.
“I’m not going anywhere.” she smiled and reached out to take my hand.
If anyone could, it would be her.
by paid_voyeur
