How can one describe a feeling he has never felt? How can one relate to something he has never experienced? How can one know what it is like to feel pain unparalelled if not knowing it first hand? Such were my feelings in that fatefull sunset, when I found myself gazing at my beloveds' dead body and the blood on my hands... No matter how many songs I had heard, no matter how many poems or sonnets I had read, nothing could have prepared me for that stone wall that I felt plunging onto my heart.
We had met by sheer chance, albeit a sad chance for her... She was purchasing some flowers for a friend's wake, he had died peacefully in his sleep the previous night. She dropped them in front of me, and I helped her gather them again. Through tear stained eyes she thanked me, and at that same moment, I knew I loved her... The feeling overwhelmed me, I did not know why or how, I merely knew that I wanted her, every bit of her. Along with her pain, her tears and her suffering, I wanted to make it