I met her in '95... I was 19, and utterly heartbroken.. She was 27, and the same. I think she was afraid of what people would say. I know she loved me, now... Back then, I thought I was ugly, and missed her many signs. I so wish I hadn't... I could have made her feel pretty again, and she could have healed me.
She was so beautiful. So glorious a woman... But I was afraid, and I didn't know what to say... And she was too weak to just reach out and take my heart...
And she is dead...
Nov 12th, 2011... She was hiking, fell off a cliff, and bashed her head on a rock. She was dead before they could get down to her... She was not the my -only- wife.. but surely she was so precious.
I have met my wife many times...
Different faces, different names... But always.. Always those same black eyes... That same Heaven within Her...
And I was not good enough...
Sometimes I just wish the Devil would tear out my heart and put a stone in it's place...