[ Before you get to the end see if you can guess what this story is about the time period, where they live, things like that...makes it fun...and can anyone think of a Title for it?1 ]

Before you get to the end see if you can guess what this story is about the time period, where they live, things like that...makes it fun...and can anyone think of a Title for it?1

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Who would of thought? I would find him, then loose him over something so serious, serious, serious. War, death, hate; which are quite serious but why does it be all we have to think about. I believe, darlings that this war is quite pointless why should we care what someone's religion is; both sides believe in the same type of God. So why kill over it? Innocent people are being killed; young men join the revolutionary groups to help their cause. They soon find out they are not mentally and physically able to kill innocent people. Which leads them wanting out of their groups, but once your in your in for life. They end up getting killed by the same group they joined to fight with.3

No matter where I go or where I live I can see the toll war is taking on the country and the people. In a time of revolution, music, and love this country is being torn apart. In times like these you need to find something to live for. Love, Darlings; love that is what everyone in this world needs to find to better themselves and humanity. When I say love I mean I mean true love; butterflies, tongue-tied, can’t breath, and can't think when they are around.4

Oh yes my little darlings I found him, and oh was he just perfect! I met him while I was rushing down the street in my yellow platform boots, tan pants that hugged my wonderful waist but flared at my feet, a light yellow silk shirt that opened at my chest and my tan sweater coat that fell to my knees and had fur around the neck. Anyway my loves I was running from a man who picked I meet at party earlier that night. Normally, I'm not the type for one night stands but he was sweet, cute, and what I thought was an all around nice guy. We went to the back of the club so we could talk. He backed me up in to the wall and was being all flirty, touching my waist and my shoulder. He told me I was lovely and reached up and ran his fingers over my neck, telling me I have the perfect neck to kill then, oh darlings you wouldn't believe it; he wrapped both of his hands around my throat, he, he tried to strangle me! He squeezed his fingers as tight as he could, I couldn't breath I tried as hard as I could to get his hands off me but I just couldn't get a strong enough hold around his hands. Finally desperate and my vision was darkening, I grabbed for my secret weapon, Lily of the Valley, and I sprayed the delicious fragrance right in to his face. Thankfully he was distracted by the smell he let go. I took off as fast as my platform shoes could carry me, trying to put as much distance between us as I could.5

That's when I met him. He pulled up next to me in his car. I was terrified that the man followed me and was going to finish me off! Everything was blurry from crying so I couldn't see who it was. I felt a pair of strong lean arms warp around me. I thrashed about trying to get them off of me; they wouldn't let go they just held on tighter as I fought. Once I was out of energy I wiped my eyes and cheeks with the back of my hand and looked up in the most brilliant blue eyes ever. I know that I was almost killed by falling to soon for a guy, but Sweethearts, Blue Eyes here was DELICIOUS!6

Blue Eyes helped me to my feet but kept a hold of me while he made sure there was no permanent damage to my Neck, just a really ugly finger lines around my throat. He then locked up his car and offered to walk me home. Of cause I said yes but kept a firm grip on y secret weapon.7

While walking with him I got a better look at him. He was tall maybe 5'10 or 5'9ft, only a bit taller then me, lean, milky white skin, shaggy brown hair, and of course those amazing blue eyes. I learned his name was Eric and he grew up in the wonderful city that I now lived in. Most importantly he was like ME! Well not fully like me but we had the same taste's per say.8

After that night Eric and I often walked around together discussing our childhood and families. It was a bit depressing when I informed him that my parents left me at the Catholic Church when I was six months hold. Eric told me that it was their loss and he took my hand. When he took my hand that's when everything went down hill. Apparently a group of young boys had been following us. These little dears decided that us being together was immoral. We tried to ignore them but they demanded to be heard. The young boys started to throw rocks, bottles, and trash at us! I couldn't help but think how appalled their mothers would be. Eric tightens his hand around mine and pulled me away from them and back to the safety of our flat. Normally one would hope that their man sticks up for them, not saying he's a complete brute he did comfort me while I cried into his chest. Being what I am one would think I would get use to or grow accustomed to being called names and have things thrown at me, but I'm not.9

And that my darlings, leads me to last night. I was laying there with my fingers dancing across his bare chest; gliding down over the lean muscles of his stomach. A small giggle escaped his pale, full pink lips. Looking up in to those icy blue eyes, seeing them filled with happiness, compassion, love, and a bit of lust; fills me with so much warmth. Reaching up I ran my slender fingers through his brown shaggy hair; it was like silk dancing over my skin. We take our time memorizing each other and committing our days together to memory so we never forget it. Knowing that when the morning comes our days together are over. The society that we live in and the way our culture is will never allow our life to flourish.10

And just that darlings, is what happened this morning came and he went one way and I went the other. Most will not understand our love because we are the same yet we are on either side of this oh so serious war. Perhaps in years to come, this war will be over, peace will wash over our land I shall, hopefully, run into him again; to enjoy the feeling of being in love and complete once again.11

For now this is where I leave you my dear darlings perhaps I shall write again, a new chapter to my life and the world I live.12

Farewell my Lovelies13

Christopher “Chrissie” Blique14