What happened to all the great lovers of days past?

Perfect, innocent, unrequited love...by far the best God has to offer.

Sometimes I long for similar times when love is but a mere object and never a painful reality.

What I have lost in self I have gained in confidence. As if I have lost anything at all! What foolish words from the lips of a blessed soul.

Blessed with breath. Blessed with pure ivory white skin but cursed with a won't that shall never heal...No matter what "superficial change" were to occur.

I long for the Oliver's, the Michaels, the Franks of this life. Where those happier times? Or just a mere figment of my childish imagination.

What ever happened to you, Elijah? Remember the time that you came and saved me. I knew that in time the memory of you would fade just like the pain associated with Chris's. I can barely even remember the name of the one who made you be. God, for years I wrote empty letters and filled spirit bottles with your memory...is that all but lost?

Perhaps its for the best. Who knows:)