Dear John…
How many times have we held each others gazes, locked in another realm where time stands still around us.
Our conversations drawn out, never awkward, only lingering on every syllable as to make it last.
The electrifying current between us like a Tesla coil could incinerate any being who dare walk between us.
With each passing life, we are like two parallel lines, never intersecting.
Fated to stand by each others side and behind this glass wall.
Never to hold..to touch..to slap..to kiss..to laugh..to wipe the tears..to scream..to make love.
We can only share each others secrets and clasp our hearts to each owns chest as to not let anyone know our feelings.
They can never know…they would never understand.
Such judgments would be laid upon us as to smite out our spirits..and our undying secret love.
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Sometimes Y, and After C 
What a wonderful idea; you portrayed the notion of a “secret love” beautifully. Thank you so much for sharing this lovely piece.
April 21, 2014 at 9:23 am
Thank you for very much for stopping by and appreciating the depth of the story. The intension of my story took a new twist and meaning as I wrote it, and I hope whomever reads this piece will also find it’s meaning to them. Thank you for the lovely comment.
April 21, 2014 at 1:13 pm
this is beautiful…such love…and the sadness of the impossibility of it
April 21, 2014 at 4:08 pm
That hopeless feeling..I felt that the video embedded helped to show the importance of hope though, that even though lost and alone, moving through this life. Hope gets you through it. Thank you for your beautiful comment, as always topazo..
April 21, 2014 at 4:44 pm
yes, hope…it can get us through a lot of tough situations
April 21, 2014 at 4:47 pm
This line right here!…
With each passing life, we are like two parallel lines, never intersecting.
Amazing!
April 22, 2014 at 3:04 am
Why thank you! I hoped to strike a heart string in everyone with this..glad it touched you 🙂
April 22, 2014 at 3:29 am
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