Once this story is complete it will leave you longing for more. This is not a story that will leave you with a sense of utter completion because it is not about completion. People these days read stories for the ending. Endings have no continuation they are final and no more. They imply the story stops but no this story will never stop for it lives within us all at one time or another.This story isn't about the ending, it is about the cycle.The cycle of love loss and love once again. The cycle of hurt and forgiveness. Its also a story of the revelation of something bigger than ourselves. It tells of emotions that swell like the tides and crash upon us with no warning. This story tells of becoming lost within a maze of passion and emotions that we have no control over. If you are reading my story for the ending then please do not read any further. For that would be like living for death.
My story is about something that can never and will never be finalized. My story is about something that is immortal and lives forever. By the end of this book you will feel it is a part of you. You will become one with this story and feel the emotions that I felt. My goal is to make you fall in love. Fall in love with our story, our lives and our existence. To make you embrace the passion and emotions that wrecked our world and tore it completely apart and saved us at the same time with its sweet rapture. My goal is to have us live forever, in your minds and hearts. To have you identify with the feelings and allow the passion to live once more.
By the end of this book I will have made you fall in love. Fall in love with a story, a passion, a life.
I am Lilla Dulongpre and these are pieces of me.........
I saw you trembling in the dark
Your skin touched not by chills caress
Warm to the touch, flushed hot
yet still you tremble.
Alone, staring into the night sky
Your face lit by full moons light
Eyes surveying the heavens for hidden meanings
Your mind clutching at unseen truths.
You thought no one could see you
in this state that lies between love and repulsion
Your heart bleeding blind emotions into the murky pool of the dark.
I seen my beloved.
I watched as you dove into that passion
That place that gives birth to both
the sweetest of loves and the most treacherous of hates.
You understand that passion is the mother of emotions.
You know place of love and hate... that oneness of emotion... that blurry line that lies between, that can so easily be crossed.
You know my beloved,
You know now.
By Me
To be continued
