Fated Miracles

Sitting here in the darkness, there is a little piece of me that is slowly dying. I have never felt such a connection with a woman before; I cannot bear to be away from her for one second. Yes, I have had my share of women, but none of them comes close in comparison to Lexi.

As long as I hear that machine beep, I know that there is still hope for us. When she opens her eyes, I know that the first thing that I shall do is go down on my knees and beg her forgiveness. After that, I will open my heart and soul to her; I will express the love that I feel in my heart for her.

I know; there is that absolute certainty that she shall soon return from where she is. So I take her soft hand into mine and gently squeeze her palm. There is a smile that grows at the corner of my lips; the comfort of her touch leaves tingles on my skin.

Then from nowhere, I find my hand wandering to her lips, and I do what I have been craving to do so, I touch them. I run my thumb across them.