We met at a congregation for the admiration of ocular aid, there was an instant mutualism impaired only by a straightforward methodology I had employed at the time.
In spite of my misgivings we continued our relations and battled all manner of evil, from avian menaces to ancient demons and angels of blinding, fire-y light. None could fell us in our escapades, all our foes would cease as easily as they came into being.
When our bloodlusts were satiated we would commune in meldings of the mind, discussing for hours the works of Harper Lee, as well as the differences between our similar yet at the same time such different societies. We would reminisce events from our youths, and laugh at the hilarity of our ignorances, not forgetting the bad times we also faced.
Within a few short weeks we had a complex rapport that would take others years to achieve. There were times when we spoke for a countless length of time, only ceasing to obey the overwhelming needs of our mortal forms.
It was inevitable then, that we approached a point of romanticism, which we did. Our shared admiration lasted for mere days, halted by my selfishness and lack of restraint, coupled with a constant insecurity relating to intimacy, something I had never experienced prior, and could barely comprehend.
We were destined to part eventually given the difference in emotional chastity, depressing only was the means to this end; a tragic acceptance coupled with a moronic mood bore the end of something truly marvelous.
It took months to comprehend the imbecilic nature of my action, and assistance came only from a sociopath with the very same contempt for intimacy I harbored. She helped me through the disgusting waste I had created.
Alas all this work was undone by a horrible mixture, a beautiful creature with warped ethics and morals, who for a short time held my infatuation, and has since descended to a point of mediocrity having lowered herself from a pedestal created by her peers. She rebirthed the feelings of adoration I had for another, and resurrected my regret.
For months I had neglected the one I claimed to adore, and left her without even a goodbye.
It was a shame to realize the folly of my ways so long after the folly was made, she claimed to have a willingness to resume our communications, not at the same magnitude as prior, which both of us would agree is fair. Though she claimed a need for time before this resumption could occur, sadly that time never came.
Weeks became months, which in turn became years. Years that passed ever slowly, feeling like lifetimes in the eyes of I, a being of timelessness. A being who prefers to view the planet of his residence as a timeless entity.
As this is written the gap between us remains unbridged, and without closure I carry on, contemplating the solutions boarded off from me by ineptitude. I found the gates, and at each I told the guards the wrong thing. She remains fixed on her throne of power as I grovel, a peasant at the gates, requesting an audience with one who crushed him as much if not more than she had been.
My confidence in this matter dwindles with the continuous defiance, rejection and dismissal. Yet I cannot resign and leave a matter unclosed, a problem should not be left without solution. Resignation is no solution to one’s own faults, the only true solution is change.