Was that you?
When the breeze touched my cheek and softly ruffled my hair?
When I felt a sudden kiss?
Was it you when my skin tingled and shivered and my heart beat faster?
Was it you when I feel the softness of your breath on my neck and your whispers in my ear?
Was it you? Or a dream?
How I long for the love I see. I long for the love of films and celluloid. I dream of the stage and lights, the sent of paint and the feeling of butterflies in my stomach. I wait for the feeling, the right time of day, when the lighting is just right and the mood is perfect. Then with the setting, I wait. Wait for the kiss, wait for the feeling, wait for my leading man… to walk onstage and finish the scene… with me.