Overview

I’ve prayed to forget, to drown the memories of bloodshed and sorrow in the shadows of my mind.
On most days, it works, but when faced with the opportunity to return, I don’t battle it long.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. The voice in the back of my head calls me home. It begs for me to come back.
How could I ignore the whispers when they sound so much like you?
The one I lost.
The one I’m desperate to have again.
I never thought it could be possible, but with The Lord, everything is. And when he puts you before me, you aren’t the
same.
But then again, neither am I.
I was told to walk in the light my entire life, but it was the dark I lived in, after all.