The Warmth Of His Embrace

The Future Was In Our Own Hands. If We Wanted A World Where Such Things Were Possible, It Was For Us To Make It.

For Indeed You Have A Choice. You Can Flee And Hide, And Wait To Be Found. You Can Live Out Your Days In Terror, Without Meaning. Or You Can Take The Harder Choice, And You Can Save Them.

This Is A—a Proposal Of Marriage?” He Asked Me, And There Was The Very Smallest Trace Of A Smile At The Corner Of His Mouth, Something I Had Never Seen Before. “i Suppose So,” I Said, Blushing Again. “and, As You See, I’m Doing It Properly, On My Knees.” “this Would, However, Be A Partnership Of Equals You’re Offering, I Imagine?” “undoubtedly.” (448-49)

He And I…we Share A Bond. Not Love, Exactly. It Goes Beyond That. He Is Mine As Surely As Sun Follows Moon Across The Sky. Mine Before Ever I Knew He Existed. Mine Until Death And Beyond.

This Is A Long Goodbye, Yet Not Time Enough. I Have No Aptitude For This. I Cannot Learn This. I Would Hold On, And Hold On, Until My Hands Clutch At Emptiness.