Why is it that things never work out the way you want? Why is it that dreams rarely come true and when they do, when we finally find something that really, truly makes us happy, we lose it?
*flash* Soft eyes, soft words, soft lips pressing onto mine. The feeling that, somehow, nothing in the past really meant anything until now. Lying there, next to you, the only sound is your breathing, and the only thing I know is you. Your arms, wrapped around me gently, holding me close to you, like you care so much you never want to let go.
*flash* You laugh, and it's special, as though it's meant solely for me. I run, dodging as you throw leaves at me, laughing all the time. I fall and land in the leaves and suddenly you're there, lifting me up again, strong arms pulling me in for a gentle kiss before you put leaves on my head and run off again. You turn your head and look back, making sure I'm following you, as though you're afraid that one day you'll look back and I'll be gone.
You were the reason things worked for me. Everything seemed to fit into place... I was a part of you, and you of me. The love we shared was an incredible energy, that had been lying dormant for so many years inside of us, and was finally awoken when we came together.
YOU were my dream come true. Together, we denied fate; we created our own destiny, and in so doing, we created a love so powerful that death itself could not break it.
But as it does, fate intervened, and brutally it tore us apart. For a thousand years, we were just like we were before we came together; we seemed to have no reason for living, and every day was the same, empty and cold. Though we were living, we were devoid of life.
And then... fate was denied again. We re-wrote the face of destiny and finally, after a thousand years, we were together again. The love we once had was re-awoken.
We lived again.
*flash* Soft eyes, soft words, soft lips pressing onto mine. The feeling that, somehow, nothing in the past really meant anything until now. Lying there, next to you, the only sound is your breathing, and the only thing I know is you. Your arms, wrapped around me gently, holding me close to you, like you care so much you never want to let go.
*flash* You laugh, and it's special, as though it's meant solely for me. I run, dodging as you throw leaves at me, laughing all the time. I fall and land in the leaves and suddenly you're there, lifting me up again, strong arms pulling me in for a gentle kiss before you put leaves on my head and run off again. You turn your head and look back, making sure I'm following you, as though you're afraid that one day you'll look back and I'll be gone.
You were the reason things worked for me. Everything seemed to fit into place... I was a part of you, and you of me. The love we shared was an incredible energy, that had been lying dormant for so many years inside of us, and was finally awoken when we came together.
YOU were my dream come true. Together, we denied fate; we created our own destiny, and in so doing, we created a love so powerful that death itself could not break it.
But as it does, fate intervened, and brutally it tore us apart. For a thousand years, we were just like we were before we came together; we seemed to have no reason for living, and every day was the same, empty and cold. Though we were living, we were devoid of life.
And then... fate was denied again. We re-wrote the face of destiny and finally, after a thousand years, we were together again. The love we once had was re-awoken.
We lived again.
