Goodbye, my love.
You opened my heart, I opened your mind. Our two worlds clashed, divided by religion and ominous spectators; observing. Those timeless and clichéd words were no longer a satisfactory remark, for the hunger grew as our minds divulged a life outside our own. Love, a powerful thing, able to tear down the strongest walls we build, and careful enough to build up the gentle foundation of trust. Hope. Protection. Nothing protects us from the terrible loss of ourselves. For once we love, we forget. We forget what life is like as a solitude creature. Need, want, crave. Love sets us in a trance only heartbreak can pierce, shattering life into the pieces we slowly understand as moving on.
I read the letter in unbelief and silence. I was utterly shocked at the words that had flown from my fingertips, tearing through words and onto the page. I was outraged, and fully humiliated one of my better pieces came out of such an ostracizing situation. Warm tears flooded again to my eyes as I realized what had happened, that I'd lost. I'd lost my love, my mentor, my best friend. I'd lost the simple, yet everlasting battle of young love.
A/N: I wrote the beginning as an English paper, needless to say I didn't do to well on it. Oh well, review anyways? I was hoping to turn this into some sort of short story. Hmph. Well! I like criticism, and any ideas. :)