"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how
to replenish it's source. It dies of errors and blindness and
betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds ; it dies of weariness,
witherings, and tarnishings." - Anais Nin . It was the middle of
winter when we were engaged , the beginning of fall when we were
married, & the end of summer when I had savagely murdered my
husband. Addonise' was my future ; my one and only part of the
looking glass that reflected everything that I had done wonderful
in my life , that I could now hold & nurture forever until all
time. I had been young to fall in love . Some say naive to think a
man could hold my heart as precious as he could hold light to his.
Damned to all naysayers , I plucked in heavenly thoughts from my
mindset , & only let them revive in the consciousness of my
most feared nightmares. Only to let them stray far away from the
hillside of my most prosperous dream. My love ..as so I thought.
What I had believed was mine ..was shared by another. I quickly
realized this when I saw her kiss him from my second story window.
My vacation to cloud 9 had vanished . & as I fell from heaven
to the rough gates of hell it seemed ; I knew that her life would
vanish like a dream ; only blood left to piece together the scene.
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