I wrote this sometime awhile back. Today is Thursday. It’s approximately 4:00 am. I’ve awaken from a dream that was filled with appreciation, hope, love, anticipation. I dreamed about Him. Holding hands, talking, walking, the heels of my shoes clicking on the wood below my feet, near a body of water. It was vivid. Boats were out to sea and some were anchored in the harbor. And then, we heard the sounds and saw the sparkles. Beautiful, vibrant colors painted the canvas of the night, as His love has painted my soul. The expression of our faces showed our appreciation for the masterpiece. We didn’t need a camera or paper to capture the moment. We had turned to face one another and then it happened. Our lips met and our souls intertwined, my heart sang to His, and his sang to mine. It was magical and would be forever embedded in our souls. Through our united bodies, we spoke in volumes that no man nor woman could ever understand, a kiss from the soul, one in which was gentle yet strong, sweet and ran through the entire body. It was then that I knew that I loved Him, that God had created Him for me and I for him.