twenty years apart

They live many miles away. They have completely different lives. Every second that goes by is a larger space between their memories. Back then, when they were young, life seemed to be simpler. Back then, when they were young, they figured out they were made for each other. There was never an agreement but the one of the hands that hold, but the one of the first stolen kiss.

Her heart, later, got confused. She needed something else, she needed adventure, she needed emotion, she needed danger, but above all she needed assurance of a love -in softly words. All the things he was not, all the things he had not. She found the one, the one that was so wrong and therefore so perfect. He could do nothing, not even fight; he just stood there watching how his heart was torn apart.

Many years have gone by. Glances at their memories is the only thing they have. It is possible, their souls ask, it is possible twenty years have not vanished that?... He lost the battle, if there was any. At the end her heart set on the "one" while he stood by her side as much as his bleeding soul could bare ...when such a pain is inflicted there is no remedy but to go away, so he left. He crossed many rivers, many hills to an almost desert golden place. His body left but his heart stood many miles away attached to hers.

She has a big heart, a pure soul... she has two loves: her "one" to whom she belongs no matter if she gets burned by his fire and "he", the one that never took advantage, the one of the sweet memories, the one that will wait for her forever no matter how icy his desert became... Twenty years can´t vanished that.

Edited by M