A glaze covers your eyes and I see something sparkle in their depths as you remember the life we shared before this one.

If only someone had told me how dangerous it is to love someone, not for who they are, but who you know they could be.

Now, as the raging, cold water rushed up to meet me and darkness consumed me, I knew, truly knew, what they other name had meant.

“Say my name, darling. Let me hear you say my name. Let me hear you say you love me.” But only silence spoke to him.