InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ These eyes ❯ The letter ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Dearest love,

If I was meant to know beauty, then it was through losing myself in your eyes and finding myself in your lips. For, no love could compare to the reflection of such extremities that I find in the depth of your eyes and that sings in the beat of your heart. Never in a thousand years would I deny the pull of my heart as I gaze, undaunted in your eyes, in the murky yet arid depths that clench my soul and devour me whole as I stand in flesh in front of you. What is a dream but that which evokes our hearts' will and desire and reflects it on the canvas of a fertile mind? So then, what is love, if it is not the emotions that prevail from the merest spark, such as the touch of your hands unto mine. How can I deny the very thing that keeps me alive and striving for the dawn to come when all is simply lost in the scorching winds of the desert? How shall I compare you with words when all I possess in mind, body and soul are nothing but the thinnest layer of a stony creek that ebbs and twists to merge with a greater ocean; vast in nature as well as quantity? I have nothing. Nothing that I can give to you, either today, tomorrow or days to come. For what I have today, will not be mine to give tomorrow and that which I will possess tomorrow will be gone in the days to come. All that I have are these tattered feelings, screwed together by a broken heart and a soulless body that weeps for you every waking hour of the day. One that yearns to close her eyes and whisper your name to the passing wind, to every blooming flower, to dawn or to darkness; all things in nature whether it be fruitful or barren. Nothing is left other then the fierce and never yielding desire to cling to the precious few memories that are dear and to live life and cheat time as it is robbed by the mind's viewing eyes over and over and over yet again. I have nothing but what you give me. So bare that I am today, dressed in earth and nature, bare will I remain tomorrow in weeds and wildflowers for all that I hold lies safely within my beating heart. Soft pellets warm my skin as I lay in the cooling breeze of winter, gazing at the sky, exposed both alike in nature as well as emotions: all wide open for you to glimpse into; for you to weep and for only you to see. For, never again will I open myself to the outside world. I never have and I never will. You are the first to glimpse into this mind and you will remain the last; alas, no one else has the key, no one else but you possesses the key to this heart.

Sincerely,

Yours Forevermore.