They say, similar souls attract each other inevitably. And you and I, we were made of the same materials. Just two wayward souls, stranded in this reverie.
So we built a sanctuary for ourselves, make believe in a place where time stops and real world doesn’t exist. Where we could pretend that our troubles were nothing but a distant phantasm, and we could pull off a miracle.
With each exchange of soft touches and whispers of truth, we let this mist thicken and clouded our reality. We allow our guards down as we nurse our scars, letting our weary souls rest as we drink every bit of this delusion like a parched man on the desert.
And the best – or worst, depending on where you’re standing – part is that… we were happy. Content in this safe haven of ours where we introduced each other to our own brand of ecstasy. One we never knew existed before. We get high on endorphin and oxytocin, to the point where we’re developing an unhealthy addiction for the intoxication they provided.
But all good things must come to an end, and our evanescent fantasy is not an exception. So when life come knocking on our door, truly, what choices do we have but to answer its call for battle?
For Ogygia was never meant to be anything more than a fleeting escape, and it has pay its due. It’s time to bid farewell, my darling.
A proper goodbye to this Arcadia no man could ever come back to.
Even if I still hope that someday, somehow, you’d find your back here. Back to my arms so you can soothe my bleeding heart.
À la mort,
The Calypso in your story.