Morning was meant to be like this…awaking to kisses in kind places, places that you once believed to be cold and desolate. It is a surreal feeling; a feeling you’d chased your entire life – only to find it when you stopped chasing behind it.
He kisses my eye lids, caresses my breast and I feel protected. His “dance” is different, and therefore, uncommon. The intensity of his stare, the way it penetrates my soul and cradles it -from the inside out is pure magic.
“You are beautiful” he says…and I believe him. I can feel the honesty in his words by the way he touches me. My soul is singing. I lift my frame at 4am to assist him in his departure. More surgeries to do, I know without his verbal confirmation. During the past evening he inquires what I am thinking. I smile and just respond that “I cannot remember happy ever feeling so good.”
What I am really thinking is what a wonderful physician he must be and how accomplished he has been at fixing my broken heart.