AS delicate as a petal, as innocent as the mountain snow, Anastasia
was perfect personification of the compassionate love for being alive. You
could keep looking at the fullness of her eyes and let the depth in them
capture you inside out. The beauty of her innocent soul would manifest itself
in the light that flows from her eyes. Her smile – like beautiful scenery on
the canvas of her aura, paints itself on you making the complement universe unworthy
of any notice. Her long black hair, kissed by the ecstasy of silent breeze, rubs
slowly past her face, as if being jealous of revealing any more of the divinity
in her beauty. And while you’re still looking at her, your eyes meet, and that single
glance makes impossible vivid romantic fantasies come alive in your heart.
She could be a little cute baby one moment – bubbly with richness of
life and emotion, and a symbol of humble aged wisdom the next. You would be carrying that silly
smile thinking about such sweetness being existent, when suddenly the warmth of
her thoughts would consume your existence in totality. She was as real as one’s
belief in oneself. Possible, it might be, for the existence of your existence to confuse you
someday, but her essence inside you would stay forever. The same essence which
gives you heavenly pleasures to make her happy, but then the pain it instills when
you miss her, never goes away.
You could give up everything just to be with her, holding
her hand, playing with her hair, feeling her breath, and the warmth in it. You
want that softness of hers to be yours now, and yours forever – to never let
her go once she is so close that you breathe in her presence and she breathes
yours. Her aroma would intoxicate you with powerfully deep emotions and an urge,
uncontrollable, to hold her within you and make all boundaries cease to exist for now and forever.
All one would know in one's heart was that blatant truth - With
her love, you were not two with her, but one.
K
