Not Just Anyone's Arms, Yours

I woke this morning, and you were gone.
Maybe it is I who was gone.
In each other's arms, the world matters more.
Life promises; your arms deliver.

I will be there.  Please meet me.

Update 22 December 2011.  I posted this story eight months ago with the embrace of a particular person in mind.  She knows who she is, and my feelings are the same today.  As with some old stories, images or videos are removed from their original source locations, and the links are broken.  The image above I added today to replace an original image that I discovered was no longer there.  An embrace restored, but in a new light.

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6 Responses Apr 17, 2011

How I feel summed up beautifully

Careful... you can't keep an eye on your Easter goodies when you're distracted so ;)

That kind of such feeling makes us young at heart. That's why love never grows old. It doesn't define any age...doesn't end when wrinkles begin to show's forever young.

Short and candid but with profound feelings.

see it * (not learn)

Oh man, this is nice. <br />
But now I'm sad, because I too hate waking up alone, but I have to endure it a lot.<br />
What's that they say about absence?<br />
I hope you find your way home soon.

I'm sorry they're gone. I know how bad this can feel.