(Josie Sayz: This was
a dream that I had a few nights ago now about a person who I loved so very
much. I still do love him. One of the hardest things is knowing that the best
thing for me was to not be with him, because the mental abuse was slowly
killing me. I know that I am mentally better without the mind games, but it
doesn’t mean that I don’t still love and miss all of the good, wonderful times.
This piece is incredibly bittersweet. The dream made me incredibly happy, but I
was heartbroken all over again. I will always have a very special place in my
heart for him.)
A tingling warmth wrapped around her. A soft, happy hum escaped her. Inhaling,
the familiar, sweaty, yet cosy, scent caused the tension in her shoulders to
melt away, for the first time in a long while. As she flickered open her eyes,
a warmth prickled her cheeks. A shy smile prodded into the right corner. A warm
tingling fluttered into her chest. The weight of two comforting arms wrapped
around her. Her fingers grazed the stubble at the back of his head, as she
traced a comforting stroke across the back of his neck. Brushing her nose
against his ear, the black stud in his earlobe confirmed that it truly was him.
She was safe. She was loved. Giving him a tight squeeze, a shaky exhale escaped
her, as the inner corners of her eyes began to sting. His chuckle caused her to
sniff a little squeak and she buried her head in the crook of his neck. "I
missed you," his soft voice whispered into her hair.
"I missed you too," she cried, squeezing him tighter.
- Josie -
