Imprinted Years

I feel something in the pit of my stomach when I mouth his name, but it is no longer fear that controls me. I feel his touch run through my hair, but I no longer stray from him. I see her talking to other souls, yet I no longer envy them. I feel… free. In the sort of way I’ve never felt before now and in the sort of way I feel relaxed about. I know it wont ever be cast aside and I know, that this time, this world with my father, my soul mate, her and I, will now and forever be endlessly mesmerizing.

Now, when I see a glimmer of light in the distance, I run away from it, not at it. I should need him, not them. I should feel the need to escape, but I don’t. Even though I was brought up my entire life to hate them and stray from them, I wanted to be with him, the one who now owned my heart, more than anything. I feel the real light, my light, is with the only human I’d ever let into my heart and also with the only friend I’d ever known, who’d helped me so much without even me noticing. But now, I fear I may never see her again.

When his light brushes against mine, I feel… uplifted. Whole. When I feel his love turn to angst, I needn’t run. I strive to help him see the good side to the light, as his angst is only caused by his pain that he felt when he thought I was going to die, which is the most caring and touching sort of angst I could ever think of. He isn’t just any human and I’m sure many have spoken sweet words alike this before, but he truly is more than that to me. He’s my love, my heart, my soul mate and I can’t ever lose his light...