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By Cyan Date: 2002 Jul 07 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.07.21.54.13844]] |
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He has a place inside me, and it belongs to him only. No one else can take it. The seal is locked. Not a single person can break through. There's a void in me only he can satisfy. He's not a lover. He's not a friend. But he lies in between. Neither one of us are sure what he should be called, so I call him Perfection. The name seems fitting, but I'm afraid it's not enough to describe the depth of what he is. There's nothing more I can say, only that if I wake up one morning and find myself aching for his love, I'll know Perfection has gone to rest with the lost souls who lay still for eternity and the damp earth will haunt me with his memory. ( I miss him. I don't think he knows how much. I need him in ways he can't imagine. I love him more than myself and it frightens me.) I'm overjoyed. It can mean only one thing. Perfection lives on. I wish I can feel the damp earth before he does. What hell it would be to live without him. I'd rather sleep with the lost souls and wait, as I haunt him with memories of myself-calling his name to join me. I love Perfection to death. I can only hope Perfection loves me the same. I fear he may only love me a little, maybe more, but not enough. He tells me he does, but it falls on deaf ears. I realize now I'll never be satisfied with his words. I'll always think in the back of my mind "I love him more than he loves me" no matter what he says. I suppose it's his only flaw and for that, I'll call him IMPERFECTION. |