FOREVER

"Hold me," that's what I want to say every time I look into your crystal blue eyes...

But I can't,  because I love you too much to do that.

I'm lying here with a ventilator down my throat.

It hurts...because I'm only able to see you an hour each day through an 8 inches  transparent glass.

Because being near me would kill you...literally.

Being in quarantine sucks.

I see the pain behind those eyes, the longing...

But I also know you try so hard to hide it but I see it all.

You're like an open book.

You could say our love was ill-fated from the start but if I had to choose...I would still have chosen to have met you.

And even though my final breath is leaving me, I feel only bliss.

Bliss, because my very last moments were spent with you...even if it was through a glass wall.
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Author's note: this is a short piece from a prompt I was given,  "In storm or bliss,  I shall always be there."

If you're a writer or not, you can try writing your own piece about it in your own words and based on what you feel after reading the prompt. 

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