The love I knew is gone. Were we never suppose to meet?
A love so strong and deep should have meaning somewhere.
Perhaps fate has mislead one to feelings they should never experience.
A tragic collision of mind and soul that should never have happened.
That's all that can explain the loss I have suffered.
Too perfect.
The boy was too perfect.
There is a catch in every situation, a test if you will.
Fate plays a cruel game with one's own personal journeys.
Mine being the journey of finding a true love.
A love where I would have given my entire being.
Every cell, every inch of me screams for that boy's touch, his words, in the night.
Crushed between bed sheets of soft cotton I dream vivid dreams about what could have been.
We would have been passionate lovers throughout eternity.
Nothing to live off of but bread and romance.
Fate, it seems, has tainted my heart.
For I shall never find another to fill the space he has left in my heart.
He has broken me, mutilated my soul with soft whispers of my beauty.
