cold.

Cold; like the pain I seemed to recognize, hidden deep beneath her eyes. I wish I would have known then, this world was bound to be so cold; I would have taken her with me.. or bought a ticket to go with. I still vividly remember the beauty in day our souls collided- Cold whistled all around us, brutal winds piercing at our skin, still we never broke to a shiver; all the ever-burning love our souls founded in one another, swaddled us much blanket like. Somehow after all not even five thousand degrees of burning love could protect from the crucifying cold.

Her auburn hair glistened with each ray the autumn sunshine rained down on it. Her eyes seemingly resembled malachite, as if the crystals truly embedded them. She had an angelic soul, that found it’s way to intertwine with mine. A connection unlike anything I had ever endured before, like rain meeting fresh grass for the first time. I truly loved her, for every little thing nobody else including her saw. I never imagined a heart as pure as hers could let a dented heart like mine in. One of a kind, she found a way to truly love me too. I could see it everytime her eyes shimmered back at me. She looked at me with the same eyes I gazed at her.

When days began to grow short and nights grew long, her heart was forming to harden from the pain and suffering that suffocated life. She grew cold. With that I too began to grow cold, as my love no longer being the person she once was. I gave my life to save her. I walked right along her side, as we went down the cold and dark stabbing road which built our past. A place of fear and agony, a place that would turn even the warmest heart cold. I watched as she turned into something she could not handle, dark and cold like the wind chapping these lips of ours.

The night she appeared on my doorstep, with ice flaking from her eye lashes.. I asked her in from cold. That stubborn heart of hers refused, she had only come to say goodbye one last time. She knew it was only moments away till it would overtake her. This cold, it infiltrated a way to manipulate one's beautiful heart. No matter how hard I begged or pleaded for her to stay, stay here in my arms; not even I had the power to keep her here. I know I was cold too, more than that though I KNOW I had what was needed to unthaw her frozen heart! Even this goddess of a woman was ever so stubborn, she stood alone or would not stand at all. She was strong, stronger than most, but there came a point when even being submerged by the cold weakened her strength. Her knees trembled and buckled as she stood before me. Was it because she knew something unknown to anyone but herself? Was it a secret? It wasn't for long, that was the last time we every spoke. The goddess of a women that once stood before me, had let the cold overcome her. Not giving me a chance to stop her, she vanished by what seemed to be the wind.

I knew where she would go, I knew where the wind would take her. They must have forgotten I knew her better than she knew herself and I was simply no stranger to this cold. Everywhere she ever loved, she took me. Everywhere the cold could touch, it took me. She was genius smart, but even a genius forgets. I wonder if she forgot.. Could she have forgotten that once upon a time she brought me to the place she promised to lay, when lifes bridge gave way? This place was her beautiful, an open meadow filled with millions of wild flowers. I knew where to go, all I had to do was follow the cold brush of wind and my heart. I was lead to the exact field. Not one star was visible, the vicious clouds washed over the night sky, the blossoming flowers that once scattered the field were shriveled and dead, the cold must have drown them too. That was exactly where I found her.

The heart that once burned within her chest grew cold, as her breathe grew still, she was gone. After that night my world grew cold, as she was the only thing keeping me warm, she was gone and with that so was I. The kid I once was died, and what took it’s place was a cold person, a stranger, a monster, everything I would never be. I was never big on camping or hunting but as night carried the sky, I decided to go overnight hunting.. with only bullet in my gun.

Alas, I was no longer cold. Neither was she.