Chapter 20 Blake

I heard about you, you know. I knew you existed, that you entered into many homes uninvited and to change the course of life. I heard you come in a cloak, so they call you to lust by mistake, passion, attraction. I heard you give a hand to both a beggar and a rich man, yes you love both old and young. I've heard you choose when in your own special way you will connect. But how do you find two of the same, two parts of the same heart, two halves of the same soul? How did you find me? How did you find her, destined for me, clean and just mine?

As she lies next to me, as her black hair wraps around my fingers, while her scent remains imprinted in my sheets, I know you knocked to the right door even before you said your name. Love. I crossed that word four years ago because in agony, because in madness, because in hate… there is no place for love. How can anyone want to touch me, when they do sometimes I disgust myself? Other people’s touches remind me of what they a