I could feel my heart pounding, the sweat running down my skin, and the throbbing of my body matched my heart beat, as I watched him gather his clothes and walk out the door.

I felt the gravel hit my face as the rubery wheels squeeled out of the drive way, leaving black marks on the pavement that would serve as my death bed.

The pain that went through my heart was sharper than a silver dagger, all I ever wanted was love, all I got was bruises. But the sun rose to another day and yesterdays pain went away.

As I looked at the painting it stared back at me with an eary critiquing factor and all I could think was how could my mind, my soul, me- be captured so well by someone who lived centuries before.

Their eyes stared back at me burning mental images of death into my mind, but my nation would not do anything to help, they just sat there, and let the citizens dignity dies along with the patriotism that once was.

My heart fluttered, my body tingled, and my eyes widened at the sounds of the bells, that sunday morning, the morning that I would leave my old life behind and start over new.

I looked into his eyes and saw tomorrow, a day that was not only 24 hours long but 24 life times filled with love and tenderness, consumed in dreams and fate, a destiny that was ours.

I could feel his arms around me like they were ment to be there, like they were designed to fit around my soul, my mouth smiled, my heart skipped a bet and my eyes opened wide; then I was lying in my bed alone.