My Truth. My Journey.

I used to believe in the strength behind those eyes, in his words that were spoken as softly and with as much love as my entire being could survive. In a myriad of ways, he was it for me, but nothing, nothing could exceed those love letters.
Those words were the only way he could be freed.
At the time, they were his only way to my heart.

Our love, boldly caught up in the tides of the Aegean, carried home on weathered wings, held sacred and stretching...

He bound me, unfamiliar, to a place I never thought I'd go.
And then shattered my heart with every inch of evil he could muster.
It appeared to be easy.
He was so efficient with his time and with his words, always - they sliced right through my core with such precision
but I often wonder if he gave much thought to what was leaving his mouth.

Does (did) he ever read those letters and believe in them?
Because I remember the night in the underground. I remember it all...

I'm there, mister.
I can finally smile

Because it happened.
And it was beautiful.

So this song's for you...