Know that I was never pleased in seeing you suffer.
The carriage rocked steady, the wheels bounced off one another from side to side; from my heart to yours, yours to mine. Your hands were always warm, eyes always bright, even in the cold.
Two candles were lit for every night, one for you and one for me. They took control of the time we had. As they dwindled, our time dissolved into the past. We exchanged glances, deep stares trying to read each others thoughts. As the wax dripped it measured the minutes rolling softly away from us. Our love grew in the beaming light, burning away the secretive shadows that outlined our relationship. As the candle vanished, you would go.

My heart bounced from one rib to another, creating an internal melody. The flame sang that same song and the wax did not melt. It took a stand for our love and refused to bow down to the construct of time. The sun revolved around us yet we stayed still. In that moment the world did not want us to part. But just as the moon controls the tides of the world, there were outside forces controlling us. It was inevitable. I never dreamt of the day, I dreaded it with every pleasant word I falsely wrote. I never believed it would come. It is selfish, I know, and I am ashamed but I would rather that the war go on and see turmoil in my surroundings if only I could have stayed with you a little longer. You were all I wanted.

I tried to see the stars through the falling snow but the frost bit my face and I could no longer look up, drawn to your eyes I found warmth only in them. The future was so far away, I wanted to be in that moment forever. Holding hands, wrapped together not only by fibers and threads of cloth to shelter from the cold but also by light, spindles of energy entangling our emotions, wound around our bodies. We were blind of any doubt. We could not see that someday soon someone would come between us. I would not have survived without you during that time, but I understand why you left.