"Why did you choose her?"
What a stupid question to ask someone like me...
No one can ever understand my pain...
No one...
"How can you be sure?" They'd ask...
And my answer was always the same;
"No one else has lived my life..."
So long I have waited to find some peace before I die...
Knowing not the meaning behind the selfish, egotistical rantings of humans trying to comprehend the incomprehensible, I can only say what I feel: empty...
Hollow inside...
The innocence I lost so long ago always seemed to sit just out of reach...
Until I met her...
She has relit the fire that burns in my soul...
The tinderbox of anger raging just beneath my surface, she can calm with but a simple word...
Her emerald eyes shine brightly on my darkest days...
She makes me feel loved, wanted...
She makes me feel...
Complete...