starcrossed

Ah, mate. My soul loves yours. It does. But this lifetime, my body won__ get on board.

She was a woman of combined beauty and quiet strength. No wonder he had fallen in love with her so many years ago. No wonder he was in love with her now. And she would never know it.

She had power over the most magnificent forces on Earth, but she still didn__ feel like she had power over the most important thing of all__er own heart.

But how could anyone be grateful for what they have if they didn__ know what it was like not to have what they need?

To know true love, even though it was impossible to keep, had finally cracked her heart open enough to let someone else in.

Were she better, or you sicker, then the stars would not be so terribly crossed, but it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he had Cassius note, __he fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars/But in ourselves.

It's about more than us, now, can't you see? I love you, of course I do, but some things...some things just have to be done.

I would stay away from him and leave him to go his own road where there would be other women, countless other women, who would probably give him as much physical pleasure as he had had with me. I wouldn__ care, or at least I told myself that I wouldn__ care, because none of them would ever own him__wn any larger piece of him than I now did.