I Had A Secret That

When You Live For The Fight, For The Blood, The Relationships You Form Are Tenuous And Easily Broken.

What Was It That Made This Human Love So Much More Desirable To Me Than The Love Of My Own Kind? Was It Because It Was Exclusive And Capricious? The Souls Offered Love And Acceptance To All. Did I Crave A Greater Challenge?...or Was It Simply Better Somehow? Because These Humans Hate With So Much Fury, Was The Other End Of The Spectrum That They Could Love With More Heart And Zeal And Fire?

Edward And I Had Not Had A Last Grand Scene Of Farewell, Nor Did I Plan One. To Speak The Word Was To Make It Final. It Would Be The Same As Typing The Words The End On The Last Page Of A Manuscript. So We Did Not Say Our Goodbyes, And We Stayed Very Close To Each Other, Always Touching. Whatever End Found Us, It Would Not Find Us Separated.

I Struggled To Find The Words To Name The Feelings That Flooded Through Me, But I Had No Words Strong Enough To Hold Them. For A Long Moment, I Drowned In Them. When I Surfaced, I Was Not The Same Man I Had Been. My Life Was An Unending, Unchanging Midnight. It Must, By Necessity, Always Be Midnight For Me. So How Was It Possible That The Sun Was Rising Now, In The Middle Of My Midnight?

Does It Bother You, Me Being Half Naked All The Time?