His
A Place
At first, it was given empty and simple. A hole in the ground. A cave. A dungeon that was round and spare except for the stone slab floor, the cave like rooms that branched off of the interior dwelling and a door that lead to a staircase that lead to a trap door to the underside of a bed to a bedroom she rarely ever uses. It was a place, a gift given under one condition.
"It's just for you and no one else. No one else may enter without your permission."
"You may enter." Her answer was instant, automatic. And he just smiled and nodded.
"Then I take it back," he said reaching to hold her hand. It wasn't even half the size of his own. "The only condition is this. No one else may enter without your permission and I will visit often."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
There's a point in your life when you come to accept that fairies aren't real, your heroes are myths, your hopes are nothing but dreams, your father will never come home, you'll never marry and that your slight unhealthy obsession with all things cats is just a plausible prelude to your eventual life as a cat lady (with either a haunted dilapidated house, or a grocery cart full of everything but the kitchen sink and food. Just Saying. It's inevitable.) One day, and it is coming or has already come, when you will realize that your life is as empty as forever and just as long, as grey as the pews in your church as the sand that slithers grain by grain through the hourglass that slowly but surely counts down towards your dying breath—your entrance into heaven or hell, depending on your mood and current worldly outlook. Some days, it seems like the end will be tomorrow, others a lifetime away. On this day, life seems like an eternity of uncertain nothingness. This is what it's like to lose hope.
This is where He found me and from what I am continually saved. There are three constants in my life: my hopelessness, my heart, and Him.
He is mine and I am His.
This is my beginning.
~ Calla: Updates will be sporadic and possibly nonsensical. I'll try to keep it readable regardless.
