Loving the Unknown

Date: 7/17/2017

By taywood

I didn't know his name, I didn't know where he came from, or even what he looked like. Only the sound of his voice and the lingering smell of his scent. His soft hand as it had stroked my hand numerous times in calming me. He found me in a dumpster after I had been attacked by wild dogs. Blood had ran into my eyes and I couldn't see. I felt groggy. Before I knew what was going on a strong body was caring me to safety. It wasn't a sappy love nor was it a clique passionate love. It was a love that moved the coldest heart. A love that went completely to the core and filled each person with enough feeling to rock the moon. I remember little and of that little the most prominent was a feeling that I had never had for another person.