I got away, but I returned. It had been centuries in this new life. I didn't know if you'd remember me or if she would remember me, her own mother. I approached the house on tip toe fearing that you'd send me home. That our old love wouldn't let you see that I wanted to just come home. Yet when you opened the door, she asked who I was, but with one look at you and one look at me, she knew. I was her. The infamous, tragedy that plagued her dreams. She hugged my knees. You stood your ground. I grabbed your hand and then it was all over. Each light flooded from me to you, a vessel for the heat that enraged the chemicals boiling. It hurt yet we couldn't let go. As if the binding reunited finally became whole. It wasn't easy for you to let me over the threshold to your heart. I had left. You hated me. But you wanted me back. I curled up next to you with her in between, we formed this egg shape in the mess of your sheets. I kissed you and her freely. It was beautiful just to love. We were once again a family. And each day after it was a tiring trial period. Am I going to make it? You thought I might leave again. You always had your doubts. Till night fell and we began a new day did you then trust your heart. It was right. It was kind. Our love went past the centuries and into her. How bizarre to think this little body was ours. Never have I felt so much love and passion in my future.
-A short story that came to me in a dream... excerpt from my thoughts... don't know if I will actually write it.
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