Authors note: I was trying to convey something I couldn't really
grasp...that doesn't work very well. But anyway, the point of it is which I
so un-articulately try and say is that everything revolves around a love
you don't understand - that living and continuing to survive personifies
love and it is a love that is so beautiful it's belongs in heaven, a love
so beautiful it makes you want to cry and burst with it.
Inman. It is three years and I remember your name.
Because it is all that is spoken in my dreams, the only word that sounds right coming from my lips. In this war torn world I think of you so far away living or suriviving in a broken land, so wounded and stained by the blood of your friends - soldiers just like you that have fallen - and my heart blackens at the thought that you might be one of them. I trace your name in the stars at night and pray, oh how I pray, that you will come back to me and if I knew where to go I'd walk and climb Cold Mountain itself to meet you halfway. And yet when I saw you, I don't know what I'd do, I don't know if I'd cry or smile. Perhaps I'd just stand and hold your face in my hands, remembering every part of you - the shape of your lips, the texture of your hair, the colour of your eyes and most of all, the taste of your kiss.
It seems my world has come to revolve around that kiss. All things that get broken in me each day are mended by the memory of that kiss that still lingers on my lips even now. As the dark clouds of war and depression hover overhead of all our daily lives I keep standing waiting for you to come back and kiss me. If only for a moment, Inman.
What I wouldn't give for just one moment of you? And if I could have it? There would not be a sweeter moment in the universe. A moment to cry from bliss, a moment to touch you to remember the feel of your skin. There is a swelling in my heart, a terrible ache that will not go away and I am certain it would if I could have just one minute with you again. I find it so hard to explain, the workings of human emotions are often harder to understand than the purposes of war, the setting of the sun, the colour of rain. But if you can imagine the cruelest of all pain mixed with the heaven and hell of love taken so far away, then perhaps you might be able to map out the readings in my heart.
I can't imagine a reason why God would let this war keep us apart, I can't imagine a reason why God would stop you coming back to me.
Ada.
Inman. It is three years and I remember your name.
Because it is all that is spoken in my dreams, the only word that sounds right coming from my lips. In this war torn world I think of you so far away living or suriviving in a broken land, so wounded and stained by the blood of your friends - soldiers just like you that have fallen - and my heart blackens at the thought that you might be one of them. I trace your name in the stars at night and pray, oh how I pray, that you will come back to me and if I knew where to go I'd walk and climb Cold Mountain itself to meet you halfway. And yet when I saw you, I don't know what I'd do, I don't know if I'd cry or smile. Perhaps I'd just stand and hold your face in my hands, remembering every part of you - the shape of your lips, the texture of your hair, the colour of your eyes and most of all, the taste of your kiss.
It seems my world has come to revolve around that kiss. All things that get broken in me each day are mended by the memory of that kiss that still lingers on my lips even now. As the dark clouds of war and depression hover overhead of all our daily lives I keep standing waiting for you to come back and kiss me. If only for a moment, Inman.
What I wouldn't give for just one moment of you? And if I could have it? There would not be a sweeter moment in the universe. A moment to cry from bliss, a moment to touch you to remember the feel of your skin. There is a swelling in my heart, a terrible ache that will not go away and I am certain it would if I could have just one minute with you again. I find it so hard to explain, the workings of human emotions are often harder to understand than the purposes of war, the setting of the sun, the colour of rain. But if you can imagine the cruelest of all pain mixed with the heaven and hell of love taken so far away, then perhaps you might be able to map out the readings in my heart.
I can't imagine a reason why God would let this war keep us apart, I can't imagine a reason why God would stop you coming back to me.
Ada.