Should I really set her free, and free myself too of the fear – the fear of missing her, forever? Is that what my love for her is leaving me with?

This is how you will remember that you are mine. Every painful touch, everyaching hug, will remind you – that you are a slave – to me.

Will you marry me?”, I let my soul go… to go meet hers, through her eyes.

You are walking on thin ice – the ice of what remains of the trust between us – carrying the weight of immeasurable guilt.

If she wanted you, her eyes would buy you out – and you won’t even know it. Shewas three parts devil, and two parts human; and what remained – unchainedspirit.