PURE

Those warm arms held her close to him the entire night, never wanting to let go. He whispered to her until she drifted off away from him to sleep, but the anxiety pestered him all night.

"When will I, 

if ever,

see her again?"

His breath shortened along with the night: how could he confess such emotions so soon? He swore that he'd never tie her down, never bind her into a future that she did not fathom. The minutes were slipping from his grasp, and he realized that life always moves on, even if he didn't. He wrapped his arms tighter around her, and laid next to her for the last time.

As he rose from his slumber, he found a brief letter in the place of his lover.

"I couldn't comprehend you.

For a moment, 

I think I loved you,

but only then.

You are too beautiful.

Ethereal.

Pure"

As he drowned in the sands of time, all he could taste is the sweet night he could never erase from his mind, or heart.