It is not just one moment that I would like to change in my past - and possibly in my future seeing that this moment keeps repeating itself - it is a series of moments.
It is the one moment that keeps happening again and again, every time the same but every time new in the fresh pain it brings.
It is the moment when I have my lover in my arms but I know by the look in his eyes, by the way his arms tighten around me, by the desperate way in which he holds me, that the time we have been granted together is done and he has to leave me.
I know we have much already, as I am sure very few have the privilege of knowing the kind of love we share. And I know the gods have been generous in bringing us together when we belong to different worlds and different times.
But I still dream that this moment never takes place.
It is the one moment that keeps happening again and again, every time the same but every time new in the fresh pain it brings.
It is the moment when I have my lover in my arms but I know by the look in his eyes, by the way his arms tighten around me, by the desperate way in which he holds me, that the time we have been granted together is done and he has to leave me.
I know we have much already, as I am sure very few have the privilege of knowing the kind of love we share. And I know the gods have been generous in bringing us together when we belong to different worlds and different times.
But I still dream that this moment never takes place.