words for the wind

XV

pleasure is so easily related to pain
where one goes the other follows.

and I can see the pain in your eyes, it consumes you. and it's oh so familiar, you've lost something. or more specifically, someone.

let me guess, it went something like this...

you finally fell in love, and everything you thought you knew about yourself was reconstructed. you felt whole, like all the cracks and missing pieces were filled. you fell in love with every part of him. you loved the way he kissed your lips with violent passion, the way his touch would light you on fire, even the way he smelled. he will always be your drug of choice.

it was a special kind of love. one that you find once in a lifetime. and then he disappeared.

and now you're frozen in time. you can't move forward, and you can't go back.

you waited your whole life for something, and when you finally found it, it destroyed you.

there's something exquisitely painful in it.

is there anything more magnificent than the promise of love... or more heartbreaking when that promise is broken?