holding empty sheets crying for her. The pillow were she laid now a pool for my tears. I wish she was near i wish she was hear. In a blackended rage i forced her leave. Her sainity more important than the love that was growing sick. Now in the early dawn i awake to find her gone. I need no note, there is no reason to call. She said if i ever woke to find her gone she was as good as dead and i should morn. It seems that day is upon me i stumble through the house looking for her among our things. Its all here in place though she is gone. It will be a matter of time before her things slowly fade living this house a shell of what it was meant to be. A token of what we had perserved only to be defiled by my own selfish will. I loved her beyond what i was willing to gife. I handed her the list I had completed each task and thought i had won. What i missed what i could not understand is what the last man also could comperhend. She tearsed nice things but all she wanted was a life built on love a person to listen to her heart. a friend to hold her close a tender touch of passion and soothing romance to guide her. She was princess that want not more than the dream of true loyal love to be the gift that was given each day. I task that seemed easy enough thou in the end i finshed it all i forgot that part. So in a selfinduced rage i chased her away far enough for her to look back and see that the story was comming to an end. though i had built the castle and gathered all the gold i had lost my heart and driffed from our love.
She gone and now all i hold are cold empty sheets were she once laid.
