We live, and then we die. The natural flow of most lives in this ungrateful world. Me, I want an unnatural life. An abnormal dream, and an everlasting love. With Her. Her eyes, as green as the leaves in the spring time. Her smell is like angles outa smell. And her soft warm embrace is what seems all that binds me to this cruel and unusual world we are all forced to encounter everyday of our unfulfilled lives.

        We met, the most uncommon and most unneeded time. The origins of her being where our eyes first met was all of her adolescents spent with the blindest of any man who has ever breathed in this life. He, the most ungrateful of them all. Her love is like a hurricane. Strong and overwhelming. And all I want is to be a tree stuck in that storm.  For her purest of time alive he brutally beat all the trust and love out of the worlds one truest angel. With no regard for the potential of her love.

     Why me? Why must I be the one so lucky, so trusting of Gods most elegant creation. I am man of broken lives and loss of innocence early on. And so why now? Why out of all the time in the world must the one so beautiful meet me here. In this state.
She smiles at me. There. Now I know. Now after all these miserable years of torture do I know what happiness truly is. And it's that smile. That warm, caring, safe smile is all I know I'll ever need in my time here. So I must know her. I must know that love that I have not felt in years. I must know that truth. That truth that will forever set apart any lie ever told.

I dream of a unnatural life. A life on a hilltop. The Italian sun shining through my transparent home. With her lying there. Guiding me every step of the way. I dream a dream were we are together. The kids are running, laughing, playing. Be what they're meant to be. Being what we weren't.  I dream of a time when whatever comes my way, whatever I am fighting inside, I know nothing will ever hold me down for long. Because I shall have her there helping me, and loving me.

But that's selfish, her heart has been through too much. In some ways I love the man who crushed her heart. He is the one who brought her to me. But she can't love. Not the same. That is why I wish what I wish. I want what I want. I want his life to have never began with hers. Because without him. She could love who she wanted. Without holding back. But instead. She stands alone on my hilltop, with nothing, but shattered glass.