When Longing Comes

"e;You think you are able to confront your longing with your bare heart and empty hands. Then you gather what remains of your strength, only to find it brandishing in your eyes the sharp gleam of memories. At times you prevail, but many times you are struck with piercing wounds. What do you do with such emotions? Where can you take them, when your fragile heart overflows with them? You feel that life has finally been fair to you after years of betrayal; you open your arms to it, only to find yourself embracing a mirage. And when you awaken, you realize you have already thrust its poisoned sword into your chest. But could it be that the vanilla fragrance of the one in the black dress is your only shield in this battle?Or is the signature of Ana ending with the wing of a butterfly the very last lost memory of those gazelle-like eyes?"e;