Love story

...He died in a war and basically in this life she is mourning him. So she is trying to fill the emptiness he left by trying to forget (I'm not your babe, don't wanna kiss don't wanna touch, don't call my name...). There are two other men in her life, doesn't matter which one she choses, she is just trying to fill the emptiness with anyone of them.
Such a big world and yet so small ! The people seem so great and yet they have so poor choices. Said she
No one waits for decisions to be thought, they, as life does, just happen. A wrong decision brings so many more after it. Often you can see castles build on sand, waiting to fall at the first wind. But what are we, if not sand in the breeze, moving from a part or another as life goes on like a snake moves on the hot sand in the desert not knowing if he will see the sun set that day. Gea embraces us all with such a love that only a mother has.
After us, only pale shadows of a long lost war will remain, telling a story that no one wants to hear. Tears drop from her eyes....
It was a war, and it was lost. The creature belongs to the creator and no one will ever turn the curse of nature. The wheel spins forward, backward could?... Love, friendship, vengence, I know them all so good, but nothing compares to the emptiness of the black space. When you know there is nothing to lose, the falling brings a state of relaxation and in a certain way of conformation. Rolling in the deep of the space, waiting to fall, never to rise again, what can be more restful?
There must me a certain madness to find peace in war and love in hate.
And love...we aren't suppose to love, love is forbbiden to mortals. Only immortals can love in a way that no one understands, but it matter no more. She smiled for she knew then that if love had been forbidden to her, so it will be for all humans till the end of days. This is her legacy. A legacy of ice, cold ice. If she had blood in her veins, it would have frozen....Even the leaves of a flower which set near the window become suddently brown and fallen when her eyes glazed at it. But the smile on her face seems so natural, like coming from the heart. And her white skin shines in the night like the moon on the night sky. She could be taken as an angel. A fallen one, for her heart is poisoned with the thought of emptiness. She cannot move, nor speak. So great she was, and now only her eyes move, trying to find a meaning, a purpose. What if , defing nature s law, she could rise again? What will she do next? And where did she failed. A response that only the cold kiss of death will give. She closed the eyes for the last time, which is, as for all, like taking a leap of faith.
You belong to nature and you, mortals, don't have your free will, nor are you the masters of your faith. Death whispered while kissing her cold forehead. Your lives belong to others long before you were born and your being will continue long after your death.

A long distant star which shined on the winter night sky falled...taking with it dreams that never come true, and battled that were never won. Shadows of people she knew, and histories of long lost love that was never to be lived again for if there is a free will, it means there is no choice to be made.
Deep down we all hope to love and be loved; seldomly happens for feelings and emotions to find place in nature. Nature is selfish, it prefers exclusivity.