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Once I had thought Love was a thing for Fearies, for princesses, for fantazy.
A thing found in a book, in old withered pages.
Something imagined.
Unexistant.
Unimportant.
I used to think love was for people who were too blind to see the truth.
For stupid people.
For people that had hormone problems.
For unsettled people.
For people who knew not the truth,
And refused to know it.

I believed Love was not meant for me.
I believed Love did not exist.
That only desperate people would blame their lust on the thing called LoVe.
That only the most dumb person would fall for the Evil Phrase which I grew to Hate.
I used to believe that Love had forgoten me...
That I wasn't worthy enough...
That I wasn't pure enough...

I thought Love only presented itself to the Most beautiful and purest.
A prince.
An angel.
A feary.
An elf.
A vampire...

I desired to be what I was not.
I longed to feel another's arms around me,
To feel what I had condemned myself to believe I would never know.

Yet...
Here I am.
Smiling...
My heart is smiling.
A thing I thought and convinced myself that would never happen in this lifetime.
Nor the next, for that matter.
A thing that i thought was for fools...

How right I was.
I am a fool.
A fool for Love.
It has taken me by surprise.
And here I lay,
in the hopes to feel what I long,
To hear what I wish,
To see what I've dreamt.

Here I am...
Happy.
Proud to say that I am trully Happy.
To say, 'I found Love.'
Or... better yet,
'Love has found me.'

And I am greatful to have been found.
And I take back what I had said,
All I had said about Love.
I now realize that I was wrong,
And I apologize to Love for my unjust Judgement,
For my rash behavior,
For my hurtful words.

I now see the reality in form of a Demon,
The reality:
That I have fallen.
And that I am still falling
Ever so deeper into the darkest pits of his Heart.
Of his Demon Heart.
My Demon....
A Demon, which had not revealed itself from the start.
A creature which hath been carved lies upon lies of itself.
A Marbelous Creature which has not been Praised how it should have been.
The Creature which I have now come to Eternaly Love,
Which has shown me Nothing but Love,
Might be the most roughest of skin...
But I have not seen Creature so Just in my young Life,
So True, So Warm, So completely Beautiful at the Core..
Such beauty which he himself has not been able to see,
Yet he himself has shown it to me...
Countless of times.

And I pray, Gods,
To keep him form harm.
And I wish, Nymphs,
To keep him from the light.
And I hope, Kitten,
You keep yourself from evil's delight.

And I weep,
Stainless tears,
Cristal pearls,
Silent cries,
As the Reality is Ruthlessly spit before us.
Yet we forge on,
Reasuring one another,
Restraining one another's strenght.
Reminding ourselves that this is not the end,
But only the very beginning of the Page.

This is only but the very beginning of our path,
The road is laid before us,
And we have yet to choose our course
As we strive to find our Truth.

The Truth which me as a Fallen,
And he as a Demon,
Have been deprived from ever knowing...
But we will.
We will reach the end,
And we shall rejoice as our WitheredExterior is slowly BlownAway by the Hours,
As our NoneExistant Beauty is ripped away by the Minutes,
As our Love grows EverStronger by the Seconds.

The thing which I dreaded most as shown itself before me,
In the form fof the most Beautiful Foulest Demon I could ever have Imagined?
Dreamed of?
No...
I could have never been able to conjure up such an Atrosity.
Such an Imperfect Piece of the Puzzle of Life,
Yet so Right,
So Imperfectly Right
That we Perfectly fill eachother's bumps and dents.
Like... a fairytale?
This deal of Love,
Is nothing of fairies,
But many tales may be thread to our story.
And Many Many more will come.