Peter.

Their eyes meet.
A light flashes in between them. He finds it hard to tear his gaze away, but yet, he must.
Her eyes search him, searches his soul, his heart, his mind.
Their hearts pound above the noise, pounding, beating as one.
He sees her, and she, him. A connection of hearts, separated by the human sea.
Her skin tingles, she doesn't know what that means.
His eyes sends a message, she pretends not to see.
But their connection on a spiritual level is hard to miss.

His every footstep feels like lead. Never has he been this nervous before.
She sees him coming, bites her lip. Never has she been this nervous before.
He moves almost effortlessly through the throng of people.
What she doesn't know is that he almost had to push them out of his way.
They're blocking, he wishes they would move, he doesn't want her to get away.
She hides a smile behind her hand. He looks almost comical, far to eager.
But their eyes, their eyes, never leaving each others', gazing longingly, hopefully.

She stands, he stands, right before each other.
She tries for a smile, albeit nervous but still genuine.
"I'm Peter," he says, as he holds out his hand.
"Michelle", she shakes, feeling the warmth creep up her cheeks.
She mutters a silent thanks to the darkened light of the room, hiding the stain of her bright red face.
He smiles, shyly, slowly letting go.
A thousand things run through his mind but he can't filter them out in time.
Out from his mouth, comes the words. "you look pretty tonight."

He sees the shock in her eyes, she's very surprised.
She mutters "thank you" to his shoes, trying and failing to conceal a grin. He grins back.
Her smile, oh, her smile, makes the room brighten tenfold.
He wants to try and make her smile again, but he doesn't know what to do.
Hardly a word was further spoken before she pulls out her phone. A connection, their connection, an unspoken truth.

She turns to go, clutching her phone to her pounding chest.
His number, a precious specimen locked and detailed in the device.
She dare not turn to wave goodbye, she felt so sure that she'd explode.
She'd content herself to memorizing the smile on his face.

He sees her go, walking fast, out of the hall and into the streets.
His fingers feel icy cold, and his face too warm.
Frozen in the same spot, he is in disbelief.
Maybe it was all just a prank, a cruel joke of fates'. She didn't even say goodbye.
But then the phone rings.

They get to talking, and soon they're laughing and making plans to meet.
He's surprised at how easy she seems to talk to and she thinks he is pretty neat.
She'll never forget the smile he wore, when he first walked up to her.
Her heart seems to jump and soar, at his little words.

Michelle and Peter meet again, in a coffee house, a week after they first met.
That week had been filled with laughs and conversations left unsaid.
Neither can deny the connection they felt on the very first day.
They know what it is, deep in their hearts, and how they feel so blessed.

Their every day spent together, inseparable are the pair.
Smiles and laughter fill the air, whenever the two are there.
He loves her so, with every being of his heart, and she loves him too.
The connection they first felt has grown and grown and grown.
Now with every moment, it's eating at their souls.

Their love has grown and blossomed into something new.
It's no longer love, it's a union of their souls.
She can read his mind just as well as he can read hers.
They're connected, body and mind, and now of their souls.

His body has gotten used to the way hers feel, whenever he does something sweet.
He has memorized her little quirks and is glad to make them his.
He loves the way his palm fits, nicely into hers.
He loves the way that she always brings a smile to whomever they may meet.
The two of them individuals, but together they work as one.

The season changes, the colours fade, and she no longer seems to smile.
Every where they go, she brings a little frown.
He tries to change, and ask and ask, but doesn't know what's wrong.
He loves her so, but doesn't he know, that this is what they are.

She sends a text, one evening on the eve of hallow's night.
She hates to break his heart but she must do what's right.
"Peter," it reads, " I'm sorry to do this, but we must leave each other. Let's not taint our summer romance and keep it forever burning as a memory. If we stay on, we wouldn't last, that much I can see is true. I've loved you once, Peter dear, but let's leave our summer love as it is, as it was, and as it'll always be."

He read her text, once, twice, three times.
He raged, he stormed, he tried to call but she always declined.
He never saw or heard from her again, but oh, how his heart did pine.
He loved her, he truly did, he never felt this way before.
And the way she shattered his fragile heart, burns in the depth of his soul.
She touched his heart and left a mark, but now she's upped and gone.
Leaving Peter behind to sort out his life, and find his ever after.

One month passed, then two, three and more.
The seasons changed and soon it was to be summer again.
Peter curls up on his bed, as he had done ever since.
He scrolls through their old texts and pictures and prays for her back.
He misses her so, that much he knows, that she was his true love.
It's been a year, but Peter can't seem to look into the future.

His past is dark but his future is darker. No woman can ever replace her.
The bluest of skies seem, in his eyes, the darkest shade of grey.
His heart has broken, his soul numbed, he's never felt this way.
He doesn't know if there's a cure, or a medicine for heartbreak this great.
He wants her here, right next to him, he wants their connection again.
He wants the fire in her eyes, the passion on her lips.
He longs for her hands to caress his face but remembers where she is.

He shakes open the bottle of pills.
He loves her.
He pours them out onto his open palm.
He loves her.
He feels the capsules slide down his unresisting throat.
He loved her.
He loved her.
He loved
Her.





xoxo
Nicabeth