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So cold and beloved those men were, sitting  there again on the grass, on the grass that glimmered so green;  marveling at the twinkling stars while listening to the lamenting wind, toying with their hair as they linked hands and souls. Everything was perfect, for one glimmering moment it was all a dream, but nothing that is prefect ever lasts; it will always deteriorate and leave a memory or a scar. That day, Jake remembered it all too well. The terribly frightening emotions that would grasp at him whilst remembering that wretched day, the sorrow that seemed to creep into his very being, down to his core suffocating the very reason he bother

Nyx's tattered veil began to lift as sunlight filtered through the clouds offered the new day no warmth in the wee morning hours. Sunlight coaxed fading hues as it whispered petty words to stained glass windows, weakly clinging to its recipients down below in a morose embrace. Humidity birthed a stifling sense of sorrow, causing things to rupture and flee from the pressure it brought. Seeping gloom fogged the early light, making the day gray whilst time held in its presences the lamentation of mourning hearts. The aging church nestled nicely on the ever green mantle of lush, laid silent as carpeted stairs sprouted their wings flying upwards

Dear John, The exasperation of love that I feel for you….you will never know. I have tried to prove it to you time and time again that you mean so much more to me. Every time I see you, I feel you falter and hesitate more than the time before. I can tell that you do not think twice before you address me. As your words are sometimes hurtful and cruel, but carefully chosen for other around you. You maybe my best friend, but you also mean  more to me then you could possibly imagine. To me, you are so much more to the point where I have been scared to voice my feeling to anyone. That I shall never tell you, maybe I will in a few years

Jake awoke before the hour he had planned to awaken, beating his alarm clock...again. He awoke with a large grin spread across his worn visage, that same charming smile that his husband had loved so many years ago. He climbed out of bed stiffly, from old age, being old was always a challenging adventure; however a gentleman never turns down a good chance for an adventure. Jake hobbled over to his closet and began to dress in his finest clothes, leisurely and without haste. When he finished he turned and looked sadly across the room. Slowly and painfully he walked over to the other side and picked up the picture of Dirk he brought it up to hi

        There he was again sitting with him on the grass looking up at the stars while listening to the wind whistling, toying with their hair as they linked hands. It was prefect-it was all so terribly perfect. That day, Jake remembered it perfectly, that day- he still choked up with emotion as he remembered it all to well. It had been a few years since then but he remembered it well. The last night that he had with Dirk; the last night he would ever hear that voice of his. The one that made him feel safe, wanted, needed but most of all loved. He remembered Dirk being rather clingy that night, to say the least. He had been sticking clos