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Slide one toe after the other, steps are too challenging right now.

I'm blind as a bat and prone to tripping even on the shortest and thinnest blade of grass.

I've nothing to support me, my balance is off, and no on will permit me the pleasure of seeing where I am going.

Will I fall of a cliff, or maybe into a rushing river? My questions will remain unanswered, at least for now.

I must trust in he who guides me, so I pray that I have made an appropriate desicion.

My steps are now made steady, and the pace more smooth, I glide along as if some force is controlling my body.

Like I puppet on a sting I dance left and right; weaving around items possibly?



I fall into sudden shock and my body stiffens like a stone when the darkness which had covered my eye, which had prevented me from seeing the truth, is snatched away.

Now blinded by the light, I squint my eyes until a fuzzy image becomes clear. A tall and surprisingly handsome man with lushious dark brown hair and crystal blue eyes stands before me. I stare with confusion wondering what a man of such beauty would have to do with me, yet have a slight sigh of relief when he signals for me to turn around.



As I make my way around this tight circle I take a look at my surroundings. I am in a wooded place and snow has fallen to form a glittering wonderland. The moon is high and the stars gleam across a frozen pond. I finally make my way around and nearly faint at what lays before me.

My hands are grasped by the one thing I had least expected to be here. I look into the gorgeous green eyes and give of a slight smile while painful tears run down my cheaks. Though I am crying and my tears may be assossiated with pain, I am not sad, I am actually happy! This night has been everything I have longed for, and to know now that it isnt a dream is far to overwhelming to hold in any emotion I have helt in for years.



As I stand crying my hands are released and my body then cradled, he looks down at me and kisses my forehead and then leans in and whispers...

"Look above you."

So I do, and what hangs above me all tied up in a red and gold bow is a green twig full of fat leafs, a plant made to bring people together, a plant for love.

"Mi..mi...mistletoe.." I stutter to myself.

Before I could comprehend what this meant a warm yet wet sensation quivers upon my lips sending my mouth to react on instinct and share in the slow delecate motion as the other.



In my mind, thousands of thoughts rush around in a frenzy, yet one demines them all and overpowers me;

'Is he really kissing ME?!'

Our lips pull away and I stare at him with amazement, and as if he had been reading my mind all along, he softly answers to an unheard question,

"Yes,"

I smile and cuddle into his warm chest and then find myself being rocked to sleep as feathery snow flakes dance around us.

I have found him.

He is here with me.

My missing love.