As dawn breaks beyond the spire, overwhelming the horizon with a mesmerizing honeycomb illusion, my thoughts wander towards you.
What would I give for you to be here, right next to me.
How many minutes would I spend speaking to your eyes without saying a word.
How many things we would experience together.
How many choices could we have made differently; but what if this was the right time to meet, and never before?
What if there is a reason life made our paths cross now?
As the sun rises, how many silences are filled with our kissing breaths intertwined…
Also part of Friday Fictioneers