We both laid there on the linoleum for what felt like weeks. I'd imagine this came pretty close to how hell would feel. That feeling of hopeless despair and chaos. Things going wrong with no one to blame but us. I had a heart-to-heart with the Devil - or God, whoever might be out there listening, and asked him to take it back. We'd made a mistake, and we both knew it. We cried til we couldn't cry anymore. There comes a point when one is drained and void of emotions - numb to everything to keep from going insane. All the reasons why this wasn't good for us ran amok in my head. We weren't ready. We weren't prepared. Things would have to change. This would be the most important thing in our lives for the rest of our lives. What would our parents say? The rest of our lives had been decided for us because we let our desires and lusts get out of control. Weeks later we had begun to come to terms with the facts. It was going to happen whether we liked it or were ready...
I had a dream about you last night, my long lost dear and sweetest love. You died several Christmas Eve's ago. They say it was an accident, but my heart knew better. You'd finally succeeded at ending your own life, as you had tried so many times before. I know, you had gone long and far away, into the afterlife where you hopefully found peace, alongside your mother. You were beautiful and your face shined so bright, when I saw you that night. Death had not changed your sweet spirit or your raw and edgy beauty. Your death made you changeless. You hadn't grown older. It was I who had grown older, and stranger, more bitter and cold. You had come into my dreams to remind me of the man I had once been. The man who once loved you as no other man could or would in your mortal life. I asked you how you had been since I had seen you last, so many years before. You smiled your sweet and infectious smile and laughed tenderly before you replied. You said you had been laying in the swee...