Entwined

My hand entwined with hers. She was so cold and bony, but it was comforting. My fingers, bony too begin to stroke hers, and she did the same, she moved close to me, resting her head on my chest. She felt safe, secure, at peace for once. The top of her head inches from my face. She smelled like strawberries. I’ll always remember how she smelled.
For a few moments, we stayed in that position, in peace.
In love.
But then her head left my chest, moving to my face, her mouth close to my ear, receiving the words “I love you” in her soft, beautiful voice.
I turned my head slightly, and she moved closer to me, my left hand still entwined with her right, her left touching my face. Her head was no distance away from me, but her eyes looked into mine, and we knew then that they both told stories. Simple stories, that we loved each other. Her mouth greeted mine like an old friend, although it was the first time. They connected. We kissed. We loved each other. Our tongues parted, and they rolled into each others mouths. We were alone, but alone together. We meant something to each other. That’s never happened to me before.
And now that time has passed. And that is all I can remember, and want to remember when I knew that I wanted to die, but to die with one memory. The memory of the only person I loved. I mean it. I felt like I meant something.