by 222333 » Tue Nov 12, 2013 8:54 am
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“I don’t know what being together means for us, like you didn’t. I knew your heart, yes. Told you, your love is a shining truth that illuminates my life. I knew you wanted to be with me. But you went back Above, and I stayed Below, in the shadows. Remember my vows to your father? I will love you ‘til my last breath. But I can only love you from the shadows. Yes, you are right, love requires sacrifice. A great sacrifice. Why are you saying that we never talk about it? We did talk. We talked of fear, and yes, of sacrifice. Remember what you said? That you are not scared. Oh, Catherine, don’t you understand? It’s me who is scared, not you. Scared that you can consider your lot, the sacrifice, too great, precisely as you did that time. I have been in turmoil all the time you were Below, in my world, getting to know it as you never did before. Hoping. Afraid to hope. You… bestowed on my lips a little thank you kiss... before turning, and going away. To your world, a world apart from mine. I don’t remember how long I stayed there, lips tingling, looking at the shaft of light where you disappeared. Where you had the right to disappear. What could I have said? I don’t want you to go back? I had already said it. And no, no! It’s not about Above or Below. It’s about my right to say: Come Below tonight – and your freedom to reply: No, you stay Below, I won’t, I must face my fears…we’re alone in this – remember? Do I have that right? Do you have that freedom?”
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“I don’t know what being together means for us, like you didn’t. I knew your heart, yes. Told you, your love is a shining truth that illuminates my life. I knew you wanted to be with me. But you went back Above, and I stayed Below, in the shadows. Remember my vows to your father? I will love you ‘til my last breath. But I can only love you from the shadows. Yes, you are right, love requires sacrifice. A great sacrifice. Why are you saying that we never talk about it? We did talk. We talked of fear, and yes, of sacrifice. Remember what you said? That you are not scared. Oh, Catherine, don’t you understand? It’s [i]me [/i]who is scared, not you. Scared that you can consider your lot, the sacrifice, too great, precisely as you did that time. I have been in turmoil all the time you were Below, in my world, getting to know it as you never did before. Hoping. Afraid to hope. You… bestowed on my lips a little thank you kiss... before turning, and going away. To your world, a world apart from mine. I don’t remember how long I stayed there, lips tingling, looking at the shaft of light where you disappeared. Where you had the [i]right [/i]to disappear. What could I have said? [i]I don’t want you to go back? [/i]I had already said it. And no, no! It’s not about Above or Below. It’s about my right to say: [i]Come Below tonight[/i] – and your freedom to reply: [i]No, you stay Below, I won’t, I must face my fears…we’re alone in this [/i]– remember? Do I have that right? Do you have that freedom?”
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