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paulsm Junior Member
since 2000-02-26
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Sadly, this is my story, I love you Honey, hang in there XXXOOO ! Visitor in the Night She greeted him at the door with a beaming smile. They slipped inside behind the curtain and stood there embracing each other for a long time, enjoying the closeness and warmth of each other. He could smell her hair, feel her warmth and the softness of her skin. He felt at home, she was familiar to him it was like coming home. He stood there holding her, feeling her gentle breathing as she nuzzled into his neck. An inner peace overcame, him his worries and problems melted away, nothing mattered but the closeness of this woman. She lifted her head and searched his face, looking for the feeling in his eyes. An over whelming feeling of love swept through him as he looked into her beautiful face. He felt an unusual closeness to her, a bond, something he had never been able to put his finger on, something he had never experienced before. He had wondered many times on why she had this effect on him but had not been able to come up with a complete answer. He saw beauty in her face and in her soul , he would give her the world if it were his to give, he would do anything for her. She was all that he had ever wanted in a partner and friend, in a woman. She rose and crossed the room, he watched her as she went. She was tall and graceful, she had a slender waste and full hips. Her long blonde hair shone under the light as it cascaded down her back. She looked and smiled at him as she pored the water into the coffee mugs, her eyes were warm and gentle, full of love and feeling. They laughed when she laughed, they cried when she cried, they were the window to her soul, he knew that. He had laughed with her, cried with her and been in fear with her. He had seen the overwhelming sadness of things in her life, they had burned into his heart as she told him. They had shared dreams together, he held those dreams in his heart like a fragile flower. He knew with sadness that at the end of this night he would go home alone. For all their love and passion they were lonely. For they were soulmate’s at a distance, catching fleeting moments with each other in the darkness of the night. Alternating between completeness and loneliness yearning for each other’s comfort and company. Still their existence, as it was, gave him hope for a better life, more complete than he had ever dared hoped for. He thought of how they had met, It went against every moral fibre of his being, and though it plagued him it did not dim his love for her. They knew each other for but a week when circumstances had led to them moving in together. He knew even then that they had something special, a trust an understanding. Two strangers thrown together and they had coped, found a passion in love and life greater than they could have imagined. An angry controlling husband and a vindictive wife had made life hard and frightening for them amidst their passion. Daily problems and difficulties had left them drained and tired. Their love remained strong, it was them, those with the anger that made life hard, they sought solace in each other, supported each other through that. Time and pressure were taking there toll, especially on her. What they had done, went against her faith, her church and family did not approve. Her church was conservative, of the old ways ensuring their members kept on the path. She could not love this man whilst married to another, her crime of adultery was considered of the mind as well as the body. She had left in a wave of sadness and despair, it had torn his heart with such power he felt he could not go on. She was supposed to forget, to drive this adulterous feeling of love from her mind, purify herself. All of those around her said forget him, it is a sin, go back to your husband make what you can of your oath to god. But she had not forgotten, could no forget him, so they met in secret, enjoying each others warmth supporting each other as best they could. They ached for each other and made the most of their lives. The support and warmth that they gave each other was gone, apart from the one person in their life that made everything alright. They lingered at the door, holding the moment, afraid to let it go. He looked into her eye’s one last time before he stepped out into the night. He hugged the shadows as he walked down the road, his senses alert for the sound of footsteps or traffic. He relaxed as he reached his car, no chance of being seen at this distance. As he pulled out onto the road he thought about her, about the emptiness inside of him. He knew that night was enough, just enough for now until next time, he would endure this he had to, she held his hopes and dreams for the future. Slow Down, stop to smell the roses and stroll through the garden of life, it will be a more pleasurable experience. I think of you always Honey XXXOOO. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very sad story.  I feel for you. In my opinion marriage is sacred and should be preserved at all costs. But it takes two to make a marriage work. I don't think anyone should have to 'put up with' or 'make do' in a bad relationship that is either violent or one sided. I wish you the best that God has for you. He only has the best for you. HUGSDenise |
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Dusk Treader
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Senior Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
Now that was excellent, the adding of the reason has improved this piece greatly in my opinion. The story behind the piece, on the other hand, is not nearly so great I hope you find a solution to your problem soon, and I wish you the best. P.S. Thanks for responding to my email so promptly, it is greatly appreciated  < !signature-->Abrahm Simons Put one foot on the path of life and tread the dagger's path betwixt dark and light. [This message has been edited by Dusk Treader (edited 03-04-2000).] |
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