Fourteen Days Ago <A drabble>

Fourteen days ago, we were wrapped in each other’s arms, the backdrop of the Hudson behind us. You were laying on your side next to me, long legs entwined with mine, lips moving toward mine. When I reached for your cheek with my fingertips, you closed your eyes and leaned into my hand. I didn’t tell you, maybe I should have, but it was the first time that I knew that I never wanted to be without you again. I can be without you, sure, but I don’t want to be. Fourteen days ago, and for eternity, you are mine.