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My Dearest Friend,

It appears we have reached that inevitable point on a timeline that was destined to never reach infinity.  We are at the end.  The bitter, anguished breath that spells a firm goodbye escapes my lips, as I relinquish you of responsibility, so that you may move on without burden.  It must be so, that one of us will not be destroyed, and at least one thing remains pure and clean.   At the price of my being I salvage some small shred of worth from our time.  What I have felt for you will endure into the smallest hours, where it will cover the deepest corners and envelop the slightest nook, and it will saturate all that is in between.  I have lived only to know loss, never experiencing your love, that which I sought with such ferocity.  I have come to know you, and I have come to observe without prejudice.  Tongue of the serpent, heart of the pirate; deception splattered in your eyes, fallacy sprawling in your smile.  You couldn’t change if you wanted to.  You live that you may fill the hole within your soul.  All the pain and suffering in this life and the next could not possibly satiate your hunger.  You move on free of guilt, free of chains, because I do not have the heart to tell you what you are.  I do not have the heart to accept you, that which I love so dearly; your beauty so shallow, and your selfishness so deep.  So I will hide it all away, you will never know that you were the driving force of my misery.  No human being could rival your apathy, you must be the evolution of the future.  You will live a long and joyous life at the cost of those who fall under your spell.  Yet when that final day comes, and you must face He who comes hooded, He who comes to take back that which you owe to the universe, my heart shatters for how you will hurt, knowing everything you have ever achieved has come at the cost of that which cannot be measured in this life.  You will leave this place with grand regret, and I will leave this place the same.  Goodbye, my Dearest Friend, I hope, with all my soul, that I never see you again, and that time may erode your memory as it erodes the river bed.  You have made me lesser, you have taken all that was good in me for yourself, and left me empty.  I don’t know this feeling, I wouldn’t call it love, but I wouldn’t call it hate.  But I will take it to my final moments.  I forgive you, my Dearest Friend.  You will always own my heart.    

Spatter

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Memoirs of a Walk Through November

Memoir 4

Dante sat down on the bench.  He stared out into the ocean.  He always loved the ocean, the way it pulled at him, always calling him.  The sound of the waves crashing on the shores, he sat for hours.  Sometimes the sun rose and set, and left him in the stars.  It was growing dark and quiet now, the sea settling as if to sleep.

“Hey hun, I figured you might be out here.” 

Her voice broke the silence; the kind of sound that radiates across the universe. 

“There’s that smile, darling.  I swear, when you smile it’s like the whole cosmos is in your eyes.”

She was beautiful, and Dante loved her. 

She sat down next to him and nestled her delicate body into his.  She rested her head in his arms.  His hands found her waist and drew her in.  Dante knew that she was there to teach him, there would be some great journey between them. 

“Do you love me, Wild?”

Her words washed over him like sunshine.  He touched her face with his fingertips and kissed her forehead slowly. 

“I love you.” 

Dante whispered the words to her, closely, intimately.  He had searched for himself for so very long, only to find that what he had been looking for was within her.  He was just a reflection of her beauty, an abstract result of something he couldn’t define.  It humbled him to his roots.  He had no words for her.  He had no beautiful or poetic lyric.  They didn’t make words for this.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you, if you’ll let me…” 

His gaze was locked to the oceans in her eyes; the dark mystery that was her; swelling in like the tide; her breath on him as soothing as the spray of the sea.  She could feel the fire and strength in his voice, the passion in his stare.  She knew that there was no lie in him.  In that moment, she knew he would go to the end of his life with this love.  And indeed, it was to be, that he would go to the very bitter end.

-Spatter