My Eternal Bliss.

When he thought of hugging me,
I told him not to.
For the fear of wanting more.
For the fear of asking more.
When he thought of kissing me,
I told him not to.
For the fear of swooning.
For the fear of self abandon.
He left me.
Thinking I am inept.
And he flirted and slept.

My heart ached.
It was a pain to see this.
I cried every night.
And wet my pillow.

And then,
one day, he died.
And that day, I rejoiced.
For he was mine, now.
Till eternal bliss.