Part I, Page I
A heart like mine that loves that loves so intensely and with such passion holds many secrets. She is mine. She is a secret buried so deeply inside me that she fills my veins like blood that rushes through my body.
I believe her soul could bring about great love even in the darkest of places; a place even so dark and cold as one’s own loneliness. Sadness and loathing, longing for a single glance. Worshipping the ground beneath her feet. She’s a great mystery that makes me dizzy. I can only imagine what a single touch from her fiery fingers could set aflame. Set me on fire, My Love!
Her heart was broken. I could see it in her savage green eyes. I remember when she came to me, her long red hair flowing past her shoulders, warm breath on my cheek. I then breathed her in as if she held all of life. I wanted all of her. Forever. I can feel my cheeks getting warm even now, as I write about her. She was everything that was good and beautiful in the world. I wanted to know her, love her and make her mine. My heart aches for her smile; it shatters my cold exterior, melting away the ice on my soul. I recall the touch of her hand on mine. Electricity had sparked between us. There’s not a fire that can be built that was hotter than her touch. Her flames burned me and I didn’t care. She would consume me and I welcomed it.
Part II, Page I
She was tall, statuesque with dark auburn red hair like the changing of the leaves in the fall. When her hair fell against her fair skin, she almost resembled a ghost. Her lips were painted red as blood. She squinted her eyes and watched me, trying to read me too. My palms got sweaty and my heart began to race. My mind wandered and I wondered how soft her breasts were and the thought of caressing her body excited me. Yes! I wanted to own her. Yes! I wanted to consume her and YESSSS… I loved her. I loved her in that moment and every moment since.
There’s nothing that compares to a woman’s love. Even if it is for just for one single moment in time. Such beauty cannot be tamed, so, beautiful as she was, I had to let her go. Our moment passed. Her whisper lingered on my cheek and our brief touching of hands had ended. “Nice to meet you as well.” I inhaled deeply holding her sweet scent of perfume and pricey soaps in my nose as long as possible. I heard my heart start to crack as the space opened up between us. I had to let her go, and I did. With great regret, I did not hold her to me. She stepped back and took her husband’s arm. A greeting. A moment. A hello. A goodbye. A sweet kiss on the cheek and a quick handshake. She would haunt me for the rest of my life. I watched her turn to go closely in an attempt to memorize her. My eyes closed. Goodbye forever, my Love.
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