We came to know each other as strangers, and the two strangers became friends.

We talked to each other about our lives, our past, and our hurts, our pains, our loves and our joys.
We grew closer to each other, the bond strengthened between us. 

We didn’t see it hit us, the friendship grew to love.
We spend each waking moment talking to each other on the phone and writing letters to each other, expressing our love for one another. 

We came together as lovers, sharing and caring for each other.
Holding and caressing each other and living our lives together as one. All is right in our worlds.
We hold on to what we share with one another. It seems as nothing can tear us apart. 

Time slips away; we go through each day just getting through.
We look at each other now, and there seems to be something missing from the life that we had.
The spark that once was so shinny and bright in our hearts is slowly dwindling down and out of site. 

The haunting and calling of your past is upon us. You are searching and seeking someone you once knew.
You have been wondering what if you had stayed. What is this you are feeling in your heart?
Why is it nagging at you so strong? 

The longing is so great, it consumes every once of your being. It takes control of you.
You go hunting and searching, for that love you once had, longing to have it again.
I feel you with me, but your heart again belongs to him. 

The love we have that we cared for and nurtured is now starting to dwindle from lack of care.
Your heart is growing fonder for your past. I watch as you search and seek for it.
You leave our home, trying to steal away all the time you can.
The urgency is great, the longing is strong. You feel you will burst if you don’t find that love you lost,
that you said had died and was long gone away. 

A love we both thought was gone,
and that the love we shared would prevail over anything that we had in our past,
we committed to one another saying our love would be for only the two of us to share with one another,
that no one or anything could come between it. 

You need to resurrect you love not so long ago past.
It is haunting you and calling you.
As a ghostly specter haunting and living in your memory, it calls for you.  

My love for you will always remain here for you as long as you wish me to be.
In hopes that one day,
it to can become a memory you must search out and seek as it is the one that someday
will haunt your memories, and bring you back to me. 

Tatty