Stories

Everybody has a story.

You held me tight, and a surge of feeling coursed through my body, so powerful the earth quaked in the wake of its strength.

There is my story, and your story, and somewhere in between the lines, the truth.

I held you tight, and loosened my grip on the worries of the day until sleep gathered me up in a blanket of nothingness.

There is your truth, and my truth, and somewhere in between the lines, reality.

We held each other tight, and slept.

There is my reality, and your reality, and somewhere in between the lines, a story.

They held each other tight, seeking, one from the other, refuge from the storm. And in their tangled limbs, their slowing breaths, their resting hearts beating in rhythmic sync, they took, one from the other, shelter, comfort, and peace. Finally, sleep came to them, first to one, then to the other, and they dreamed the dreams of the loved.

Everybody has a story.

Somewhere, in between the lines, is the one we choose to tell.

Comments

[poopie]

*sigh* Very nice Jen. Makes me want the same.

[Vanessa]

God. I felt that.

Beautiful.

[FTS]

I like the way you wove this together. Very, very well done.