I have just come from Maximus's cell. I was so glad to feel his fire
again, I've been so cold all these years, and I know I will be for
many more.
He will never forgive me; he will never love me again. He is too angry.
His heart is still filled with a fiery love for me, but now, now it is
combined with an icy cold bitterness. His emotions make a cloud of
steam in his mind that will forever keep him from seeing the truth.
I know now that I will only be able to feel his great love in my
memories.
But, not a day goes by that I don't remember it. That I don't
remember him. I see our love in the beauty of Roman sculptures, in the
stability of the Collesseum, in the intensity of a raging fire, in the
purity of a full moon.
I remember our final days together.
I feel the warmth and gentleness of his fingers tracing my face.
I see the love, beauty, power, and purity in his eyes.
I hear the dept and security of his voice.
I smell the aroma of the perfume I wore to impress him.
And I taste his tears when I told him I didn't love him, and my tears
when I told myself that I couldn't love him.