InsaneJournal

Current mood:

crushed

First Love
I was in love only once, and that a recent development. Marie-Pierre - I spoke the words to him only once, and regretted them immediately after. Love is not something to be spoken of between two men, especially a man such as myself and a man such as Marie-Pierre is was is. And now he is gone, swallowed up by the war and a faceless mission that I do not even know the nature of. He left no word for me when or if he would return, and as the days grow into weeks grow into months, I lose hope that he will ever.

I still go to the secret apartment we shared to play the piano he gave me for Nadal. It is only there that I feel at ease with myself, that I feel secure enough to allow myself to rest. When I was shot, it took away a lot of the security I felt elsewhere. And with Marie-Pierre gone, I have no joy in my life other than the piano. Playing the music in this sacred place where I can remember him is the best I can do to keep myself sane.