\"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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