And

-          connecting word

There are bonds within society, intricate webs woven delicately around specific people, holding them together. Caught in a timeless world she loved him. The thought in the back of her mind, the constant reminder, the echo of hollow words ‘it will pass’ only seemed to fade into insignificance beside him. He was the smile that would dry her tears, his presence touched her somewhere deep inside; somehow she felt drawn to him.

Sitting beside him in the jeep, all she could feel was his love. His jeans were dirty, his face unshaven, his hair ruffled. He flashed a look at her and smiled. She could sense a sudden flame of warmth within her, the kindling of a burning passion, a hopeless devotion and love. His eyes gleamed and flickered, capturing a life and imagination lost by the rest of humanity.

She was the fountain and he was the pond. He had loved her when she had needed love. He had caught her when she fell. He was the nucleus of affection which she desired, the focus point she sought. With him she didn’t notice the greyness in the sky nor saw the oil on the beach. By his side should couldn’t smell the fumes of cars or hear the distant sounds of war. Love was the red in the sunset, the green of the grass and the sweet scent in the air. Love was the smile on her face each day, the lonely look in her eyes. Love was her future and her past, but most of all, love was now.

And yet she felt more than love. She couldn’t let go of the yearning desire to be with him, the need to hear his voice call her name, feel his arms around her. In dwindling light she saw them, endlessly loving. He was explosive, containing concentrated life. He was the sort of guy who lived by his own creed; the belief that if we must live, we must live well.

When he touched her hand it sent a trembling thrill through her body and the flame burned more intensely. They were at the beginning of a long road, and adventure which has just begun. It was a distant dream, far away in the hearts of mankind.

Together they were one, a part of each other, like he was the question and she was the answer; he was the voyage and she was the quest. He had changed her opinions and her way of seeing life by the sheer force, power and impact of his presence. When she looked over her shoulder he would be there, he would always be there. His eyes had watched so many of her dreams, now they watched her; his voice had called to her in fantasy, now its tenderness melted into the evening air. Their love was a treasure store. It had the potential to be so beautiful, the foundations for glory. It could be wonderful while they were still happy. But time goes on, relentlessly, pushing them further and further into an alien world, through fluctuating smiles and tears, never reaching the end. And who are they to ask the days to lengthen and hours to slow? Manipulated puppets whose love was the word…

and the word was….

misleading.