Preface;

Love is merely a madness…………

It is said by some that to love is to be insane, to give our heart to another soul is foolish. You will be hurt, they spout. They will leave you broken and alone, they shout. And yet I am left to wonder those who speak such slanders against this feeling.

Is it that it is they who had their hearts ripped from their bodies, their souls beaten? Surely they speak un-truths from mouths that ne'er kissed lips of a lover. They bellow and screech declaring the inanity of love which they have never had the pleasure to feel.

For had they known the touch of a lover's hand, the taste of their kiss they would know that truly to love and lost is better than to have never loved at all.

And yet I wonder why so many scorn such a phrase. I have in my time loved and lost, I know the pain in which the heart experiences when they leave. I should side with those who proclaim madness, yet I find I would not part with the memories of her.

She refused me and beat my heart to dust, but I would not give away these thoughts of her for all the world. In my dreams she still lives, and should I loose her there I would surely die.

God gave us memory so we could have roses in December………………..

I often wonder if all this is a dream. If my life here in what people call the real world is in fact a fantasy and my real life is there with Him. Am I simply asleep, lying beside him in his bed and dreaming of this world filled with metal devices instead of magic.

That my place was in his arms and not in this old and dusty store in which I have resigned myself to work at.

But then I take a look around me. The cobwebs that hang in the corners, the dirt that clings to every surface. No, if this were only a dream I would have woken screaming before now. This is no nightmare, I am content at least to live here and in this way. But I wonder still if his world is no more a dream then this one.

Does he still watch me as I know he once did? Does he know I still think about him when I'm lonely? And does he understand why I left? I doubt he spares a thought for me anymore. It has been too many years, too long since I have called him or said his name aloud.

I survive knowing that at least I have the memories of him. Of his eyes and his voice. I survive, and only because I can dream.

But Love is blind………..

Does she still think of me?

Does he know I'm still alive?

Does she regret leaving?

Does he still want me?

Would she ever call my name?

Could he forgive me?

Does she know…….

Does he Know……

………….That I Love?

Author's Note: Have been planning this one out for some time, had wanted to start it months ago sadly took longer than I thought to finish "Swan" This one won't be as violent as the last. Going to try my hand again at a more emotional drama filled romance.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own.