A secret door, hidden behind metal chains which are tied so tight around it it is impossible to pull a chain.
Behind that door is a room filled with hidden memories, for instance when we first met
Your smile
Your hug
Our first kiss
Christmas when it was so crisp and white. We had no means of communication with the outside world we were stuck in the small cottage we were renting for the Christmas. I started to cry and instead of babbling some random drivel meant to cheer me up you took my hand in yours led me outside and told me you loved me in the white snow.
There are other things in there, your old jumper you first present to me; now a dried out rose then a blossom of red petals
But the main attraction is a heart which long ago stopped beating. It is on a plinth it is my heart it will never beat again but one can ways dream but until they do come true this room will stay looked away in a far gone corner in my heart.
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I have a dark side and trying not to bring it out in my writing. Sorry if I do it's just my dark side can be very ominous
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