Affaire de Coeur
Wednesday, Jul. 09, 2003

WARNING: Mushiness ahead. This is an attempt to put down in words some very strong emotions I experienced not too long ago.

�Pride can stand a thousand trials,
The strong will never fall
But watching stars without you,
My soul cries
Heaving heart,
It's full of pain
Love,
Love,
The Aching...�

- Des�ree, Kissing You

She stands at the balcony, shivering, as the chilly autumn wind blows in and out of her clothes. The house is empty, and she is finally free to shed the loathed mask of cheerfulness she had worn for too long.

The night is cold and cruel, and she is alone in her desperate grief.
She wonders when her sorrow would end.
She feels a sharp, almost unbearable pain in the suddenly cramped region that holds her heart.

What if it never ends?

What if, the last day she kissed him was the last day she would ever feel his soft lips upon hers?
What if, the last hour she touched his skin would be the last hour she would be marked by his burning touch?
What if, the last second she felt his sincere affection for her was the last moment she would ever bear witness to his devotion?
What if, they would ceaselessly be separated by sea and soil, never to be on the same ground ever again?

What if, the day they parted would be the day that parts them forever?

She is numb, from the cold, from the wind, from the sadness that threatens to drown her in an ocean of despair. She clings to the memories they had made together, moments that had seared themselves onto her psyche with nothing but the absolute rawness of their power.

She remembers his voice, the sighs, the whispers, the cries, the laughter.
She hears the echo of his words, soft and hard, sweet and bitter.
She sees his face, beautified by the light of love; the face she had caressed a thousand times.
She feels her skin burn with the memory of the scorching moments of animal passion, the clawing hands tempered only by an immeasurable love.

She remembers all this, and the knowledge that they might never create another memento of happiness together crucifies her heart.
Her knees fail her, and she falls without grace, an angel cast from Heaven, never again allowed to bask in a glory of lights.

She buries her cold face in her hands, the silent tears coming unbidden.
She weeps, for him, for herself, and for their stillborn future.

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