I desire nothing more than to claim that I do not love you, however, I know this to be cruel and blatant lie.
I cannot recall the first time I laid eyes on you. We were young and innocent to the feelings that one day would engulf our lives. Though I do remember your young face, I remember when a simple smile was nothing beyond that to which it was. Then time passed, we moved on in an endless cycle, just as all things eventually do. You were nothing more than a simple childhood memory, a girl who I once shared a common laugh. However, fate has distorted sense of humour.
I can declare with great certainty and clarity the day our souls reunited. It was purely another ordinary day, just as the ones before but nothing as the ones to proceed. That day was the day my rational mind would surrender onto the destiny of two souls – without even knowing. A parchment from one to another was passed with such ease until the moment our skin touched. Touched in such a pure love that forever more we would be in pursuit of such a feeling once more. I cannot recall what proceeded after the parchment. I left; you left; our souls remained.
Commencing from that moment on my heart grew fonder; our friendship strengthened beyond that to which we anticipated. In stolen glances and hidden messages we grew together until finally we coincided. Suddenly realisation highlighted the fact that we no longer desired for our worlds to exist without the other. I loved you for so long, longer than I ever dared to admit. Only in the darkness of night, when all bar myself and faded light of the moon were all that remained, I would accurately define what my love for you was.
My love for you was no fairytale for I knew what pain may lay ahead. My love for you was neither shakspearen sonnet nor act for I knew such feeling that no other could display. My love for you was pure in intention; our love was born of such rare companionship.
To love and lost is greater than to never have loved is such a fragile statement. If dear author knew of my love and the pain that surely follows then maybe in such an act of rationality a recantment would not be beyond imagination. Imagine a love so powerful one willing ceases the movement of one's existence so coexist could reign for a moment in such a vast continuum.
I declare with the last essence of my sanity that I wish I could affirm that I never loved you so. In an endless continuation of life along with death I do love you. May these be my final words ...
a/n: I don't own anything of Sanctaury.
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