It is within the darkest and raw honest moments of my life that I willing admit to the fact that I continue to love someone who no longer returns our love. We fought for so long that I cannot fathom a world where we are neither together nor fighting for one another. Instead now I face a new world in which our love, in an opposite reaction to that of sweet wine, has matured into hate.

When once her piercing blue eyes would shine as the sky does on a new day, they now in return are ice cold. In an essence I live alone on the memory that once was our love. It is through stupidity and an unwillingness to face reality that I continue to exist apart from the rest of humanity. I followed you throughout the ages – always on the sidelines, always waiting for you to turn around. Only you did not and I remained in a silent repose. You moved on; you continued to live and love.

My dearest Helen, you were always the strong one of us two. In a continuation of mistakes, failures and achievements you always remained forever changing. I on the other hand could not live beyond what we once had so long ago.

My once Helen, I loved you with everything anyone could have had.


a/n: Don't own sanctaury but please drop a line if you can.