Cue the violins as I wax melancholy for a moment...
For the last two years, I have been a "kept Wolf"; I had happily committed to a long-term polyamorous relationship with two wonderful and Beautiful young women. We built something amazing together, something that made me believe that, finally, I was done hunting, that I had found my way home.
I was proud to be a kept Wolf, to belong to something Beautiful and something that would stand the test of time. The three of us were happy and eager for what the future could bring us.
Then...it all fell apart. The details of how and why are nobody''s business but ours, but I now find myself standing amid the ruin of a once Beautiful dream wondering "Where did it all go wrong?" There is no blame to be laid, no fingers to be pointed, it just didn't work out.
Strange, when I imagined the Multiverse imploding and ending all Creation as we know it, I thought there'd be more fire, more lights and explosions. Instead, it just got really cold...
But despite the aching hollowness, that damnably familiar loneliness, dreams don't turn to dust and it's not in me to give up, to surrender to loneliness or despair. The dreams I live for are still very much alive, made stronger and more vibrant by the taste of a life I might have had that my former Mates blessed me with. So, now a free Wolf, I return to the Night and resume my Hunt, taking with me the lessons this experience has taught me, grateful for the wounds that my lost Mates healed and eager to see what Destiny has in store for me.
I was close this time, so close I could taste it. Having lost it, but knowing it does exist. I lift my nose to the wind and seek the scent that will lead me to where I belong.
Carpe Noctem.
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