Love Hurts

A great weight had settled upon my chest, breathing had become a nightly chore. The absence of warmth in my soul had grown into a tundra of empty thoughts. I neglected speech, for it would only come in riddle. I neglected food and drink, for it would only prolong the inevitable.

As I lay prone under my tomb of blankets, I become aware of a presence.

My eye's cracked open, like a spine of an old book being opened for the first time in decades. My sight tainted by the light that had found its way through a window in my room. I could barely make out a small silhouette standing above me.

Who are you? I asked with a stuttering voice.

Placing a warm hand over my mouth, he spoke.

Pain you have, lost you feel
I will cure this with my arrow made of steel

But first I will tell you, something very important.
Do not ever forget these words, that will be spoken
or you will suffer, another heart be broken.

Love doesn't have a definition, it is something you feel.
You wont find it in a book, or a movies reel.

It goes without a scent, it has no name brand look.
you can not catch it with a fishing pole, using the sharpest of hooks.

Love can't be painted, or written with a pen.
But an empty canvas, is no place to begin.

The small figure pulled a bow and arrow from his back. The arrow made of sharp steel that he had once mentioned, was now pointing at me.

And with that, I bid you a good farewell! He whispered.

I Couldn't move as he pointed his weapon at me. I just closed my eye's and prayed, hoping it didn't sting.

Gasping for breath, I set up from my bed. I didn't have anything in my chest, and I wasn't bleeding, or dead!

This small figure was all just a damn dream! I yelled happily.

I felt so relieved I wanted to share my odd dream with the world. Wait, they wouldn't understand, I thought to myself. A close friend perhaps, No, they will think I went insane. Maybe my parents, they are sure to understand! no, they will think it's silly.

I sat at the edge of my bed, trying to think of someone to share this with, but nothing came to mind.

I reached over to my night stand, grabbing the phone in hand, and dialing a familiar number that was sure to understand. When She picked up, I was so relieved. I could now share this weird dream, with somebody just like, Me!

This was a story I wrote for my girlfriend. Her and I had been having what we thought were problems, but turned out nothing more then seeds for love. My love has grown beyond what I ever imagined it would, and I suspect it will continue for many years to come.

Have a wonderful Valentine's Day everyone, even if you have to love just yourself!

I love you with all my heart and soul.
your Failure
Boe Smith