[ he walked, took an hour to do, but he did it..for the purpose of half an hour. half an hour he would have walked double for, and a lot more besides, love being his strange confusion.1 ]

he walked, took an hour to do, but he did it..for the purpose of half an hour. half an hour he would have walked double for, and a lot more besides, love being his strange confusion.1

it felt off to him, his life theory was at stake. a satanist isn't meant to believe in love so soon, not after less than a week. he was meant to feel lust,at least thats what his bible said, but this dint feel like lust. this was a different longing and he would do anything to achieve it, it was such a simple thing to believe in before, all the theory's used to fit, do thing for yourself or to make you feel good, but that didn't feel right with her, he felt happy, complete. another thought crossed his mind, he'd spent the last two and a half years hardening his heart after love had stung him, fair enough a few stray feelings had aways broken through, but he'd always wanted to help himself still.now he wanted nothing more than to love her, and to be loved back2

when he got to the bus stop where they were to meet his thought continued, this time nervous ones,his thoughts suddenly cut short and his heart accelerated in tandem with his legs at the sight of her. as they reached each other, she started to speak and he cut her short with his finger placed on her lips, removed it and kissed her, in that moment, to him, it was just them, nothing Else existed. when they broke apart smiling, the first words were spoken by him
"i love you." and his heart knew that it was true..