I Have Never Known A Love Like This

   By Faith Chesbrough

    When I finally make it through the door at the end of the night, I know I will find you waiting for me with open arms. You beckon me closer, and I oblige, leaping into your embrace. It’s a comfort to know that you will always be there for me. To share my thoughts and feelings with. To binge-watch Netflix with. To tell any secret to in confidence. You always accept whatever I throw your way whether it be heavy books, dirty shoes, or a pile of pent up emotion. You let me unload my day's burden and rest my weary soul upon yourself. I look forward to this moment every day--the moment when I will see you again.

    I have never known a love like this.

    Every night, after some homework and some dinner, I can finally kill the lights and settle against you. I am always surprised at the ease of which I can do this, almost never tossing or turning to find that perfect place. Tangled within the sheets, I find comfort in the absolute stillness and the loss of sight. I open my senses to the complete darkness, and to you. I feel the tension release from my body as your warmth relaxes my muscles. Your firm structure provides me with safety, a certain kind that only your presence can bring. I exhale deeply and turn into you. You surround me. Before long I begin to dream, losing myself, my consciousness, but holding onto you. I fade into the night and drift away.

    I have never known a love like this.

    The sunlight finds my pupils, directly. I am stirred by the stabbing pain of the beams shining down through the slits of the blinds. This is a wake up call I never want to receive. I know I must leave you now, I must tear myself away from you. I begin to question leaving, maybe I will remain here all day with you instead. Parting with you fills me with such sadness and longing. I will only be able to make it through the day with the thought of seeing you at its end. I try to clear my muddled head and toss my legs onto the floor in an effort to get up. Like my own personal gravity, you pull me back down and I fall into your embrace. I tell myself I will only need a few more minutes with you, I can make this moment last. I savor your touch, your warmth, and your comfort one last time. I can see myself sharing these moments with you for the rest of my life.

    I love you, but I have to go. I make my way to class once again, wishing I were still at home with you.

    What can I say, I’m enamored with my bed.