My Favorite Moment
I have a favorite moment during the evening, right before I fall asleep. And that event happens precisely when I lay my head to rest on that cozy-cold pillow of mine. It is the moment in which my head looks for a comfortable spot somewhere over the feathers that shape it. It is in that time when I pulled the comforter and blankets over my body, shielding it from the direct hit of the cold air. But it is not in these rare commodities where I find a complete scape, but rather when my mind paints memories and delightful events that have become impossible for me to forget.
In between these is her. I remember everything. I have never
forgotten any details about her. The truth is that I find myself unable to do
it. She has become an eternal emotional stamp that happens to have a face and a
body. The very one that communicates with an angelic voice, and a pair of eyes
that can melt the thickest of glaciers. She is the very one that visits my
thoughts with a beautiful hairstyle, and lips that invite the idea of a
never-ending kiss. A short mesmerizing glowing angel that lights up the darkest
She is like a flower that lives to her own waterflow, and
that produces enough light on her own to keep herself from darkness. A wingless
angel among us, and that very few get to see.
I see her smile at this time of night. I hear her voice when
I move on my pillow. I remember the smell of her hair, and the half-made smile
she makes that holds on to my heart with a tight grip. I have listened to her
stories, and I have witnessed her tears, but none of these compares to the
resolute beating of her heart, and the courage that controls every situation
she may find herself in. She defies all odds. I cannot compare her to anyone.
She is unique, and she makes me feel lucky to realize that. I know not much
about love. In fact, I have been a disaster at trying to figure it out. But if
there is someone on earth that could possibly represent everything it stands
for; I have no doubt in my mind that it is her.
I have a favorite
moment during the evening, right before I fall asleep. And it is comprised of
all the memories that God had allowed me to experience and learn from. It is
also built by the people He has allowed me to encounter, and whom I hold dearly
close to my heart. I wholeheartedly believe that I have been shaped by the time
each of them had spent with me, and by allowing me to see the riches of their very
own existence. I can name many, but none of them is like hers. And that alone,
makes me breathe easier, dream better, and cry better tasting tears. I love
God bless you always…wherever you may be.