I’m being selfish. All over again. I can’t seem to let go of him…
I don’t know if I’ve said enough, if I’ve put across enough of a warning. Sweet, brave Loreus… happy to fight and defend himself and me. I’m not sure he quite understands the powers we are going against - powers so great they have control both over these lands - the seas, the skies, our dreams. I’m not sure he grasps the sheer pettiness of the titans we fight. How easy would it be for someone like Lutheria to just make him mad in the middle of the night…
I don’t want to admit it to him… he thinks I am confident and brave. Yet he’s not seen me in battle screaming in fear, panicking and fumbling my spells. He’s not seen me fall or even... die. And that was surrounded by friends, five who are far more able on a battlefield than I’ve ever been or will ever be. Maybe I’m afraid he’s in love with a hero of song. But I most definitely don’t feel like one…
But is it selfish to want to… not be alone?
Loneliness, such irony,
The one thing we’re all together in.
How can there be any blame,
In wanting to be different,
In wanting to belong
With someone,
Next to someone.
A friend, a lover,
Someone who listens,
Someone who waits,
A warm caress, a gentle word,
A poem filled with love.