~SACRED CONFESSIONS~

Thoughts are confidential only until someone speaks them.

It was almost as if I knew it would be our final hours as we lay there in bed, body to body, soul to soul.

Like magnets attracted to non-ferro metal, we were inseparable. His spirit literally entered me the moment our eyes first met and it destined us to be together or so I believed.

His words were like a dragon's flame that burned down the walls to my dark fortress. I did not want to let anyone in, but yet there he was. Standing before me like a knight who was determined to rescue me. I became too comfortable.

Every moment became a certainty and every kiss sealed our fate. At last I had been united with the other half of my heart.....

That is, until a powerful force destroyed what I thought to be invincible. It was a very sad and dreadful day. Our love was on life-support as the countdown began. Like sand sifting through an hourglass, that was the time we had left together. I prayed for a miracle but there was no hope as every breath became more shallow and more weaker.

We were like two life-less bodies that vampires had sucked dry. There would be no eternal life, just an eternity of mourning and suffering. Torn apart, limb by limb, as we were dragged away in opposite directions. All that remained was a trail of blood, tears and broken dreams.

Like ashes in the earth, I buried him. My tears soiled his empty grave for there was no body, just a picture perfect memory. My last vision of him as I embraced him on our last night together.

It's almost like another time and another place yet there are times when I can still feel his pulse. It's almost like his heart is still beating with mine.

My soul is like a diary that often reveals it's most sacred confessions. When the night-time falls, the story begins again, that is until the sun rises. For true love cannot be forced out like an exorcism to an evil demon. True love still generates even when the prime source appears dormant much like an active volcano. If destiny has a truth, then the story is incomplete until the final eruption.

A tree stump may appear dead, but beneath the dirt the roots are still alive. One day when the time it right, the tree will begin to re-grow as if it were never destroyed. It is unfortunate until that day arrives the two lovers must be lonely for however long necessary. Regardless of how much love is planted, the plan must run it's course. Although the two hearts may long for each other, it's all in due time and time never stops.