Songs of the Soul

Love.
Something not tangiable. Not seeable. Something so intense, it has the power to lift, to bring out the best, to create. Yet, at it has the power to utterly destroy, to utterly incapacitate someone, to destroy kingdoms, to destroy lives.
Love. A powerful thing. A weapon to be used against, or an entity to draw strength from.
Love comes in so many variations. Platonic love, romanic love, obsessive love. True love.

This story is a love story, yes, but a love that has been dragged through barbed wire, shot at, stabbed multiple times. Blown apart. So much hurt, so much anger, so much hate. The intensity of hate that can only be found in the aftermaths of a tarnished love.

Two people, who loved each other wholly, with their mind, body and soul.

They thought their love could over come anything the world hurled at them. Come high or low, they would survive. Because they loved each other. Such young people, such naive people. This story is a love story, yes, but it isn’t a typical love story. There was no instant attraction, not love at first sight. It was mistrust. Enemies they were and trust a fragile thing, yet they built it, slow and steady. Laughing and sharing stories, smiling and touching. Falling. Daring to dream of a world where they weren’t enemies. Where they could express their love freely. Where they could live in peace. Vowing to never part, to never hurt one another. Them against the world.
They couldn’t see the future, couldn’t see that their once proclaimed love was nothing but that, a proclamation. They couldn’t see that their greatest hurt came from one another. That they had used their love for one another to destroy. Their trust broken, their hearts shattered.
Though there are many kinds of love, true love is what survives, what prevails. So rare, people believe it doesn’t exist.

But these two are living proof that it does.