Chapter Hundred-Twenty3.
“I love you Lord, I worship you. Hope which was lost, now stands renewed. I give my life to honour this. The love of Christ, the saviour king… “
If I could travel through time, it would be hard to pinpoint just one era I’d like to see. For those who know me well, they all understand I have a love of history that seems to border on extreme. Not that it’s a bad thing, I’m just saying.
I don’t know why I feel compelled to so completely understand someone else’s past. Perhaps it is my own life is not something I find interesting enough. Maybe I just can’t help but want to know where the person I love comes from. All that I can truly know is for once I am relieved by my discovery.
I am glad that my love can move forward. I am glad that the ghost does not sit in on our time together. However, the missed opportunity will haunt me, and so then does the ghost. I am the new victim I suppose, though at least by my own choosing. Haunted for now by a past that should never belong to me, and yet to find some one so much like myself, it is hard not to let go.
My love is leaving.
I support him, I share in his excitement.
I will cope, as I know he will.
The time will drag as I await his return in a year.