MY TWISTED FANTASY

The night is cold against the warmth of our love. A love I have never met, or seen or even had the pleasure of listening to her voice.

But I knew it, I knew it! Down deep in the coldest region of my heart that I never wanted to love like my peers did. Save me the Cinderella love stories, happily ever after seems to long for the love itself.

I crave a more self-destructive love, the type Romeo and Juliet had, or the life altering love Jack and Rose shared on the Titanic. How lucky they are to have experienced love at its brightest and shortest, a burning blue flame.

I do not know when, how, or even which form my love would take to rob me of my time.
However, I secretly hope it's a love from a distant galaxy, alien to this earth and to love in defiance to both worlds only to die in arms of one another... now that would make for the next generation of tragic loves, wouldn't it?