My Story
I was a demon. Point and fact, the only thing I have going in this world is that I love to write things. Or else I would not be here at all. The only thing I basically write is Boring Story's the worst thing that could happen to me has. The only pay-off of living for a long time is, you out live your foes, and hopefully dance on their graves. But one thing is for sure, with time comes pain, the pain that can never be eased or stopped, but the kind that lives in your very soul. It's the pain of losing a mate that you held so dear to your heart. Only to have him ripped away form you in front of your only child. This is the pain that comes as a high price for immortals. The pain of the one you lose, the one you love the most, only to know you will never see him again. In life nor death. Immortals have hard lives to start; humans on the other hand do not. You live a long but also story life, but alas it is filled with sweet memories, and the fact that if your loved one leaves before you, you may once one day see them again. The love I talk about is not that which comes form sweet little fairy tales you tell your child. Not all of them end with happy endings, most if not all are sad. I was a demon you see, and I loved a human male to some extent. He was all I had really, he was the only one who understood me or really understood what I was. I trusted him with all my heart, I trusted him with all my soul. I gave that man, that human man my heart, body, mind, and soul. I gave him my all my every-thing. The only thing I expected in return was nothing, but what I got instead was love; real love. Love; what is that word? What does that mean? Happiness or sadness? Joy or sorrow? In order to love something you have to set it free, if it comes back it's truly yours to keep. But love can also come about another way; I've seen the worst lover's become the best. You don't occasionally need a fire to fan the flame. The fire can be made. Sometimes the bitterest of lovers can often have the hottest flames. That is how our love grew. Then when he returned his love to me it only grew more. I bet you young people are thinking "What's this have to do with him dying?" Well I'll tell you, but first you must know how something is made before you truly understand how to break it.
