Unshedded Memories [boyxboy]

Hey all you readers, this book is about my relationship I had. This is my first boyxboy story so I want a lot of feedback on it. This prologue is in the future and the first chappie will be about how we meet and onward. This prologue reminded me of Dear John in the beginning (make my sis cry). I hope all you love it and keep up with it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Do me a favor and tell all your friends about this story because I want it to become a super star hit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is dedicated to my lost lover, Dylan Cosley.

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“The night has a thousand eyes, and the day but one; yet the light of the bright world dies, With the dying sun.  The mind has a thousand eyes, and the heart but one; yet the light of a whole life dies, When love is done,” by Francis W. Bourdillon.

Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it. . . . It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more.

 Mourning… Over my lover here, makes me want to die too. Something about his precious soul was something to special for this Earth to loose. I knew whatever the profession he chose; he would change the world with it. He was the glory boy, who everyone looked up to. People respected him, knowing one day he would be someone like the president. People would turn his way making, eyes widening and curious from the way he held himself. He had enough glory to make the blind see again. He made me feel dull and transparent next to his florescent glow. He had so much swagger and spirit essence that made him shine like the sun. He was the sun I orbited, never tilting off his axis.

He was the supposed ‘golden boy’ and together we were there the yin and yang. I was more for the dark side that balanced him out, with my dark, shaggy hair and eyes. He was true golden: hazel eyes, golden hair, and perfectly tan skin. I always wanted to be alone with him while he wanted to show me off to the world. We were what people called opposite attractions.

“My angel,” I weep as I hold onto his lifeless, fragile fingers.

His hand no longer reminds me of the warm, beach days or our trips around the world. Nothing… My half of my heart left as he faded into the state of nonexistence.

Only if we could switch places, I would anything for it.  Anything for him, my amant, revolved around him. My lover… My friend… My parent when I needed to be handled, but that was centuries ago.  Those last moments were the greatest of my lifespan.

I wish the guilt would stop eating at me as I rub my swollen, chapped eyes with my tense hand. I know how Romeo felt when he saw Juliet, as if he should die too, but you just don’t give up when you lose something that’s meaningful. You have to overcome it and fight with your bare hands about it. I’ve been here for days crying over his pale, pasty face that has never has changed, hoping... wishing to gaze upon his two gold jewels that never appear. Finally I did the brave thing; I stood up placing the body’s feeble hand on its departed body, placing a kiss on its forehead, and left towards the door. At the door, I looked at his lifeless body making me shed one more tear and left…

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It was so emotional to write this. I wanted to make this part perfect for him. In loving reminder of him, I'll ever love, Dylan Colsey.

R.I.P. mate.