I love him, but I am such an idiot. Can anyone understand the struggle that we go through every day? Where our hearts yearn to be close, but time and distance betray us? No. No one can know. There is always fear hidden between the lines. Fear of betrayal, fear of doubt, and fear of fear itself. That fear is the worst poison known to man. It can destroy purity and happiness with one single drought. I have let go of that fear, as much of it as I can.

Honesty knows that a blackened smudge of it will still remain on our hearts, no matter how much we wash it away. Love can be strong enough to conquer it all. I believe this. I believe that we can win. If anger overtakes us, and one falters, then we are both aware that the one who falls will suffer the most anguish. In the end, each will be destroyed by it.

So I tell the world now, that I am IN LOVE! I know, because I feel it in my heart! I feel the pain and the anguish of it...both of which are more real to me than the slice of a knife against flesh. It has been almost two years, and it has not grown cold. I still feel it blazing like Dante's flames, it burns the both of us right to the core. We are one now, man and woman, engulfed in the endless spans of time and space. Until we touch, we will wander as ghosts, caught between the metererial and the ethereal. I still believe that we will prevail, that in the end, our struggles will be rewarded.

I love him...and I know this.
FINIS.

Until the Last one Dies,
Your Heather