“I never wanted but your heart—that gone, you have nothing more to give.” ~Mary Wollstonecraft in a letter to Gilbert Imlay, her lover (Letter LXX, London 18th century)
With my destiny on a string, I cling to hope.
The hope for one more glance, the fire in your eyes to illuminate the darkness. The hope for one more whisper, a breeze in my desert of loneliness. The hope for one more kiss, a raindrop on my parched lips.
I have only ever needed your presence.
I have only ever wanted your love.
To lose you means to have been forsaken by God.
To be forgotten by you is to be cast out of heaven.
Still, I pray for your return. I’ve even summoned Lucifer, a bargain, my soul for your heart.
If I pull on this string, my heart will come undone, yet a single thread of hope gives me the strength to never let you go.