I opened my eyes, feeling the stinging brightness. It was dawn, and the sky was a luminous canvas of colors, each basking in its own glory. I could feel a gentle breeze all around me, a mere sign of his presence I hoped. The autumn leaves scattered all around me, stirring slightly as the wind cast upon them. I was kneeling down upon my knees, my face stained with tears, tears that spoke more than the voice could ever have.
To me, sleep itself was paradise, the one place where I was with him. Each night was another recollection of our sacred days “Oh! The paradise of my slumbers, the one place where I can touch him, where I can hear his soft words, the place where thy ardor meets mine, where our breaths turn to heavenly prayers.
Dreams,
Needless visions for some,
Moments of horrors for others,
But for me,
Dreams are the most sacred places of all, where I can do anything I want, where I can be with my love …”***
There I stood, impenetrable darkness surrounding my silhouette. Silent tears sped down my cheeks. I let my thoughts race uncontrollably, my emotions trod over my memories, washing up everything. I no longer had the spirit to struggle, to wonder if I was the only one. I could not breathe imagining the possibility of “us forever” not existing, so I let my eyes close and shook the sting of reality.
I resisted the stupor falling upon me and struggled to catch the last reminiscence before it too slipped away … In my dreams we joined in matrimony but in existence he continued to love another. What more could I say…
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“Love is an eternal passion … a feat of great magic, of immoveable sorcery … it does not see who we are, but it just holds us together, bonding us with its might,” said I, speaking with eloquence into his ears.
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