Monday, 16 July 2018

Happy birthday again my love


4 years ago, we celebrated my birthday together. I still remember it like it was yesterday. We went to our favorite coffee house at the time then around midnight we stayed at my car talking and kissing, celebrating my first new year with you in my life. We did nothing crazy that night.
The years after were different, the first birthday after that, I spent it with close friends drinking and partying. The one after, I spent it in Serbia at a festival having the time of my life. This year we went to another city and we spent the day swimming and drinking then we spent the night also drinking but having a midnight swim at a pool.
Overall, I have been celebrating my birthday well for the past couple of years. However, I can’t shake the feeling that the best birthday celebration I have ever had was with you alone in that car.
You have remained the best memory in my life no matter what I did and no matter how many insane or amazing things I tried.
Usually, I am not the envious kind and I have always felt happy when I saw people get things they love or have happy moments but lately I can’t help but feel that there is a part of me that gets super jealous of people being in relationships and looking happy. Even though I hate to admit it, that part is there and it is driving me insane.
Every little cure moment I see reminds me of what I could be having with you.
I have also always tried to be content with what I have in life. My motto was always: “Fuck the grass on the other side, try to appreciate what you have on yours.”
So I tried to enjoy the little things in my life and create moments of happiness for myself without comparing what u have to what people do. However lately all I do is feel like something is missing in my life and that people who are happy are having what I am lacking which is being with “the one”. So here I am without you, all alone. I guess it is torture being in in love.
Love is weird you know. I mean you can never be sure whether you are in love or not. You can only say that while being 100% certain of your statement after losing your partner. When I was with you, I knew I loved you but I didn’t know how much exactly until I lost you.
You probably think that you are better now after 4 years but you only say that because I am not around. The few times we talked during these years show that you are not over me and that we still have that special bond and no matter how long we stay away from each other, the fire will be hiding under the ashes waiting for a reason to burn bright again.
If I had to compare it to something, I would say that our love is like a volcano that has been silent for years. It doesn’t mean it is dead, it only means it is waiting for a good reason and the right time to erupt again.
I guess it is the fact that you drove me insane when we are together that pushed me to take things a bit for granted and not focus on how much I was falling for you and it is the same reason why I can’t move on. You challenged me mentally and developed me emotionally. You were so cute it hurts. You were so damn perfect that I couldn’t imagine myself ruining the beautiful thing we had until I did. However back then, everything came second to my career and professional future.
I know that I can pretend and fake it to look like I am better now but that is only possible because you are not around. You are thousands of miles away, probably engaged to that moron you were dating last time we talked.
However the truth is different and if you were around I would have given you everything and I would have done anything to keep you happy.
But life goes on, doesn’t it? I promise you we'll be okay because after all you are only the love of my life.

Happy birthday again my love.



Ps: I know your birthday is in a couple of days

Monday, 21 December 2015

Happy Anniversary my love

We all dreamed about that one thing that would come and change our lives forever, that one person who will come and make us forget about the past and worry less about the future. I’ve never thought that one day I will accept the fact that I actually waited for that moment more than anyone and as I write these words I can’t believe I confessed it.

It’s the fact that I have lived my entire life without emotions that pushed me to become what I am now and wait for that special moment more than anyone else. Before I tell you what happened in my life lately and how hope started becoming a part of my daily routine I want to take a moment to tell all those wishing they didn’t have feelings and who try to become heartless and 100% emotion-free, to fuck-off and stop being silly. It is like kids wishing to be grown-ups so quickly then regretting the fact that they didn’t enjoy life more when they were younger.

People who want to be heartless always say that people like me ae super lucky because we do not get hurt, which is pretty weird to me. How can you give up everything that is good and even the bad things in exchange for nothing? Is the high not even close to being worth the pain?
Why would you throw away things like: joy, love and hope just to avoid feeling betrayed or hurt? How can someone give up all those ups and downs just to have emptiness? How would you survive the void after living a life full of emotions?

They remind me of people who complain a lot about having a busy life and almost no free time but I know they won’t survive the routine of having nothing to do at all.

So people, be who you are and stop trying to change into someone you are not because the worst thing about wishes is that sometimes they come true. I just want to tell you that the day you become heartless and cold, you will become a machine in a flesh-suit, you will have this emptiness inside you that will devour everything that is good and that void will eat you and torture you in ways you can’t fathom because there will be some kind of a routine in your emotional existence, well not a routine because it doesn’t exist anymore, so the routine will be in your life and that will make you miserable in ways you can’t comprehend. Then, regret won’t help you because you can no longer get back to your old life.

For me, I spent enough time in my life being as heartless as a human can be, it reached psychopathic levels. However, as if the heavens had enough fun watching me suffer through life with no feelings, they decided it was time for me to stop watching people love and be loved, feel good and be hurt and finally gave me some hope that I may start to feel like the “normal” people do so they sent an amazing lady to my life to turn me into the man I never thought I can get close to being.
First thing you have to know is that before I met her I was still living the way most losers do in between the bottles and easy girls. The moment she came into my life, nothing remained the same: She played with the rules, toyed with my calm and she destroyed what I used to call “stability”.
She had these beautiful blue eyes that I never was able to have enough of, as I prayed so many times to be able to look at them until the day I die. Eyes that made me dream, that made me imagine a beautiful and bright future. Eyes that saved me from myself, that had a way of making me feel relaxed.

She was a blondie with a hair that shined brighter than anything else around her. I still remember the first time we kissed, she was sitting on top of me, kissing me like there was no tomorrow and as we were in the balcony, the moment the sun rose, it shined on us and I saw the sunshine pass through her hair to give it the color of gold, then make her freckles become clearer and she became like one of those beautiful angles you hear about. I felt my heart beat faster than ever when she smile, I felt as if it was going to leave my chest, I felt my body weaken, my senses get lost, my brain shut down and my soul escape from my body because in that moment I wished for nothing more than for it to last forever, I knew I didn’t need anything else in life and in that exact moment I knew it, I did, I knew that I have fallen in love and what a scary feeling it is. I felt scared so I had to be a schmuck and try denying it for the next 6 months.

I am going to be honest with you, she is not the prettiest girl in the world, I mean you obviously can always find prettier women somewhere on the map from models to actresses, however I needed none of those because for me she was perfection. She wasn’t the world’s smartest or funniest woman, we all know there are female inventors and comics and she is not one of them but she has this combination of beauty, wit and intelligence that made me fall for her every second I was with her. She had this beautiful soul that made me feel shitty for how good she was and how bad I am. She had this big heart that loved everyone and she had the innocence and honesty of a child. She was a hard worker, someone who never gives up and who is always up for a challenge. She had cute reactions, long comforting hugs, tempting looks and soft lips that I loved to kiss.

She had this voice that often helped me think and made me dream; a voice I wish I can hear until the day they put me six feet underground.

She stood by my side, loved me and was there for me for so long, even when we were living in separate countries. However, being the moron that I am, I felt that wasn’t enough and due to the fact that even though I told her I loved her, I tried hard not accept it because I didn’t know what love is and how people who are in love should act and therefore I ruined everything and lost her forever.
After a period of sobriety and intentional loneliness, I understood that I had my first love and that I let the best thing that has ever happened to me, slip from my fingers.

The worst thing about these conclusions is that they come real late, so between understanding and accepting the fact that I fucked up, then working out the courage to tell her, almost six months passed and as I was the one who hurt her, she moved on and I found out that she was dating another guy. So now, she is probably in love with him while I sit here drinking my pain away, not being able to forget her or to be truthful, not wanting or willing to forget her because a year ago we were still in love and now in my heart I still have love for her, I feel some pain for being without her, sadness because she is gone and now longer mine, I feel regret and also anger towards myself for fucking up but most importantly I still have hope that someday somewhere we will meet and be together again. I do not want her to ruin her life for me because I love her and I want her to be happy whether she is with me or with someone else but you can’t blame a man for hoping and dreaming.

Until the day we meet again and get back together, I just want to tell you that I love you and wish you a happy anniversary because just few days ago we officially reached a year of separation…


I love you.


                                                                                                                           W.H


Thursday, 14 May 2015

Sneak Peek

“There she sat on a chair by a small table; she had a coffee in front of her: a black hot coffee just like she liked it. She was sitting alone and smoking her day’s first cigarette as she looked in the mirror right next to her to see her hair. She had what you can call a shining blonde hair; she always loved her hair so much that she took extra care of it. As she looked in the mirror, she found that it was a bit messy so she put the cigarette down and was almost about to fix it with her right hand but then remembered she was using it to hold the cigarette and she didn’t want her hair to smell like an ashtray so she changed her hand and used the left one to put the messy part back in order.

She looked at her reflection again and this time felt good as everything about her was perfect. Her eyes shined as she felt better by the second that day and she smiled while looking away from the mirror.
She took the cup of coffee in hand, she smelled it before taking a sip from it and she closed her eyes to enjoy every single moment of it. She never forgot the person who made her learn to enjoy all the small things in life.

It was when she was about to light her second cigarette that he walked in with his usual bag on his back and that attractive, breath-taking smile on his face. Her heart skipped a bit as she tried to believe it was him. He seemed fine now, not like when she left him broken and lost between his bottles and papers. He looked more handsome than ever today as he was wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans and his clear brown hair was shining. When he saw her he stopped for a minute and the smile disappeared from his face only to reappear a second later as he walked towards. She felt her heart beating rise so fast and she felt a weird, sudden warm go through her body as she was seeing him approach her table. She was fighting the urge to stand up and run towards him, hug him and kiss him so hard to make up for the lost times.

But she couldn’t do that, now could she?

All these thoughts were crossing her mind, memories of an old time and urges of the present mixed with dreams of the future but he knew her to be a good girl that is probably why he fell for her. She had another boyfriend now that she must respect and cherish. She couldn’t just throw that away for an old flame just because he appeared in a coffee house that she happened to be in. She doesn’t cheat but is it really cheating if you are going for the only man you have ever loved?

By the time she woke up from her dreams and thoughts, he was already standing by her table and waving his hands in the air like he was calling someone from distance. His lips were moving and he obviously was saying something but she couldn’t hear a thing over her how much she missed kissing those soft, tender and delicious lips. Then a voice went through her ears saying: “Lizzie, I am standing right here”.
Lizzie, she missed being called that. He came up with the nickname and she loved it so much. She was willing to change her name to Lizzie if it meant hearing it every day after they parted ways but she knew the only voice she wanted to hear that name in was his. He had a special voice that made her lose consciousness, sail on an endless journey of dreams and die a painless death with every single letter that comes out of his mouth only to be resurrected by the beauty of his clear brown eyes. His eyes were to her, what oxygen is to the lungs and the body, the only way to survive and the one thing you can never have enough of.  His eyes had in the same time the danger of a player, the wisdom of a master and the innocence of a child and she loved that so much.

She finally got back to reality as he approached her and landed a kiss on her cheek saying that he missed her. She wanted the time to freeze and the earth to stop spinning. She wanted the world to hold on forever and that moment to last for eternity. She smiled as he sat next to her and held her left arm in his hand and kissed it tenderly. She felt so shy in that moment even though he did that millions of times before, but back then they were still together. She freed her hand from his and explained to him that she is seeing someone to which he replied by a smile and stood up enough to reach her head and hold it between his hands as he kissed her forehead. She felt her temperature rising and she could feel her cheeks become red as he backed away and moved from the table. He went behind her to sit in another table, she wanted to stand up and run to him to tell him that she still loves him and wants to be with him.
But she couldn’t now, could she?

Instead of sitting in a table he actually came from behind her, hugged her as he put his arms around her and kissed her head. She was surprised and shocked and her hands moved to meet his as she was trying to make him let go but before she could say or do anything he said: “You love me, you still do and I love you, I will always do. We are meant to be together and whoever you are dating now is not the one because I am. I am your one and only.”

Her hands movement turned from trying to take his arms off her to holding them and never wanting to let go. He had that annoying but cute thing about him which was his confidence and the way he says the words you need and want to hear. He then moved away to go to a table and write. She felt the world turn dark and everything become so messy as she wanted nothing but for everyone there to disappear so they could have a moment just for themselves where nothing else and no one else matter.

She wanted to kiss him and tell him she loved him but she was a proud woman who couldn’t just cheat on her boyfriend and confess all her emotions just because of a moment.


She wanted to be weak and to let her emotions, urges and needs control her but she couldn’t, now could she?”

W.H

Thursday, 19 March 2015

Fear

Tired of sitting here in the darkness
Waiting for a call, hands on the chest
Seeing nothing more but blackness
Trying to stay at my very best

Tired of sitting here in the darkness
Whining and holding this phone
Injured from what seemed so harmless
Crying with a mind completely blown

Tired of sitting here in the darkness
Not being able to keep it together
Still fighting this destructive Sadness
But the war is taking forever

So tired of sitting here in the darkness
That with the lights, I can’t open my eyes
So how could she be so heartless?
Fooling me and telling those lies!

It is not about her, it is not about me
It is about two people with mythical love
That’s what we are destined to be
Because of a look that chose my heart to shove

It is not about her, it is not about me
Not even the angels in heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
It is about a woman made to be my lovely dove

So many things to do, so many words to say
But I simply don’t know how to start
I am not used to follow and bay
It is strange to feel and to have a heart!

So many things to do, so many things to say
So many feelings; it is goddamn attraction
So many things to do, so many things to say
But I guess my ultimate fear is: “Rejection”.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         W.H


Tuesday, 10 March 2015

The story of an Alcoholic Writer 2

There she stood at the end of the room, looking all radiant and all beautiful. She never looked prettier and it was all that he hoped to see in that exact moment. However, she seemed blurry and kind of unreal but that was probably because he just woke up from sleeping in front of his typing machine again and had a terrible headache because of all the alcohol he spent all night and some parts of the day drinking.

She stood there smiling at him, and he looked at her and felt so at ease and some kind of calm, he tried to clear his eyes and that is when he felt the heavy dried tears on his cheeks and he knew that he spent all night crying. In that moment, he hated himself as much as a person can hate a nemesis because he felt that he is living a pathetic miserable existence, but that is all history now isn’t? She is here again; the only person he loved and trusted for years, the only person he loved and felt at home when he is around them. She was to his life what a leg is to a table: the only way to stay so stable because the moment she left him; he fell down on his face. She was his shelter, that place he knew whenever things went sideways he could always go to, to hide from this life and terrible world.

She stood there with her incomparable charm and beauty and she made him feel way better than he felt for the past few years. Her presence was always all that he needed because through her he could actually make sense of what is happening around him.

He was known for being the one with a story to tell, the guy who always finds the proper thing to say in every situation and the one that doesn’t let the silence get so awkward. However, there she stood and he couldn’t say a word. He didn’t believe it; maybe it was too good to be true for him. He wondered how she got in and then he remembered that he never changed the locks in hope that someday, something like this would happen. He still asked her how she got in and she said in the most beautiful voice ever, a voice that made his world shake, his knees feel so weak. A voice that made him want to cry and laugh at the same time, a voice that made his heart skip a beat and his body become numb. She told him: “Well, love, I kept the keys for such occasions because I knew no matter how far we would go apart from each other, we would always end up together. Because my darling, we are meant to be for each other.”

He finally did something that didn’t happen for years, he actually smiled! He felt the greatest feeling of them all, he felt loved again. He had to say something so he stood up, looked at her for few seconds, opened his mouth but the words didn’t come out, she smiled and told him: “well, you don’t have to say anything, I already know what you want to say”

To what he answered: “No, I have to talk, I have to say something. I am sorry, no I guess sorry doesn’t even cut it, I apologize for everything and anything I have done. I missed you, I missed us. My life has been a wreck, I have been a mess, I am a mess.”

“But you are my mess, my wreck. You are my one and only.”

“And you are my life, my existence; you are my “everything”. I missed you and without you I felt so hopeless.  I missed your voice, your beauty, the smell of your perfume, the taste of your sweet lips, the hugs and the kisses. I missed everything. I look at you and I can’t believe how silly and stupid I was for letting you go, I should never have acted that stupid, I should have fought for you until my last breath. But I changed, look, I have changed, I am writing a bit more. Look, I even got a typing machine, the thing you always told me to get. I kept listening to your old records; the music helped me so much. Hell, the house is a mess and I know I have to fix some shit but you are here now, I will stop drinking, I will be there for you every waking hour of the day, I will be here and love you forever. You will inspire me and finally I would write that freaking best seller I always dreamt about.”

He stopped for a second look at how beautiful she eyes and how her big blue eyes lighten the dark room around them and then continued: “I missed you so much, I am currently holding myself from running to you and kissing you until I can’t breathe any longer, I am holding myself from falling down and crying at your feet. You don’t like me like that, you always loved the strong person that I was and I am going to be whatever you need me to be. I didn’t see other people and I hope you didn’t either. Oh, what a silly person I am, of course you have, it has been years, but I don’t mind that, it is your right, I shouldn’t be so selfish. But I didn’t, I couldn’t see myself between the arms of another woman and I still can’t; now the feeling is stronger than ever. Look, I named my book, the waves of her eyes, just like we agreed, just like I describe your eyes every time I see them. Look here, I kept your favourite sweater, it is probably dirty because I sleep hugging it every night. But who cares, it still has your smell.”

He took a deep breath and then kept on talking to her: “I can’t even start thinking about what we can do together and what we should do. I know one thing for sure I have to do, which is kiss you.”
And as he was going towards her, he heard the phone ring and that is weird because in months the phone didn’t ring, he was kind of cut off the world. He didn’t care and kept walking but she told him: “Love, I am here I won’t leave, you probably should take that”

He picked up the phone and there was the voice of her best friend, he smiled thinking that she will ask him if she was at his place but what he heard was completely different:

“Hey, I hope I am not disturbing you but I thought you should hear this. I know it has been years but she had a car crush and she is” She started crying and said: “she died”

He said: “Oh I am sorry to hear that, if you want to talk you can pass by and we will be here for you” He looked at his love in a comforting look. “But who died?”

“Liz, Elizabeth, your ex.”

“Oh no, I think you are confused, she is not dead, she is here with me, I am looking at her right now.” He looked at her but she wasn’t there, then he heard some noise in the kitchen. “Oh she is in the kitchen, probably cooking because she knows how much I love her cooking and how much I missed it”.

“Dear, she was actually on her way to see you but... But she is not there, she is here in the hospital and they just informed us that she died because of the accident”.

“No, that can’t be true; you are insane, she is right here. He called her “Liz, Liz, Lizzie.” Then he went back to the phone conversation “You are mistaken my dear, she is here with me, I will make her call you.” He hang up and ran to the kitchen but she wasn’t there, he went crazy, he started trashing the kitchen and smashing dishes, then he went back to the living room and she was there sitting on the sofa. He was relieved and he smiled saying: “Oh you scared me, you friend is going mental, she is saying you died and you had a car crush, I mean you had an accident and then died at the hospital, can you believe how crazy she is? I guess she…” Then he stopped talking when she started fading in front of him, it is like a moving picture fading away, he couldn’t believe it. He ran to the sofa to hold her but the moment he tried to touch her, his hand passed through her and he kept looking at his hands in denial. He felt tears coming down his cheeks as he bolted to the other rooms looking for her in every inch and when he couldn’t find her, he broke down screaming and crying. He was hallucinating and she was never there, she is dead.

He was on the floor, crying his heart out and everything seemed so dark. He is losing it. She is gone…

She is dead, Elizabeth is dead…

(To be Continued)


                                                                                                                   W.H


Tuesday, 24 February 2015

The story of an alcoholic Writer

He rose his head from the table, he was sleeping there for the past few hours or so he thought, because when he checked the time, he discovered that he slept back on the sofa and head on the table for the past day. He got used to this by now; it has been already two weeks that he is keeping the same pace. He has been drinking alone, he get hammered all by himself and then wakes up to find his head lying between the bottles and papers.

He thought that drinking would help him forget the path his life is taking and the feeling of loneliness he can’t shake off or maybe it will fill the emptiness that is driving him insane but deep inside he always knew that won’t help him. Hell, he even knew that being drunk most of the time won’t make him a better writer or a poet because on the contrary of most poets around the world he needed to be sober to be able to write and create and alcohol only drove him insane.

That day, he woke up and he knew he had enough he actually pushed all the things that were in front of him on the table. The bottles fell down and smashed on the floor, to leave shattered parts all over his living room. The house was empty and cold, because without someone to hold, he was freezing and not even the heater could help him.

Since the one he thought was the love of his life left him, he has been feeling the loneliest in the world. The house is empty and didn’t get a visitor for few months now.

He stood up and collected the papers he spent the night trying to fill, he read a bit and knew it was just a waste of ink! It drove him insane because even the only thing he knew he was always good at which is writing, wasn’t going as good as he expected it to be a year ago when he started his book project. He left his job and stayed at home, he refused to use the laptop or even a typing machine and chose to go at it the old way, just papers and pen!

He knows that was the reason, she left him, the love of his life. He was doing nothing, no job and nothing to do but write and even during that time he was struggling with inspiration, he didn’t write for days and sometimes it went to weeks, so his mood was shit. He spent the days between video games and movies! She advised him to read a bit but he didn’t want his writing style to be affected by the books he is reading. So his mood turned shit and he made her life a living hell and he always said she wasn’t paying enough attention to him and his troubles but now that he thinks about it, she actually did, no she gave more attention to his silly miserable existence more than she should have.
He looked at his papers again, and nothing pleased him so he tore the papers in shreds and threw them in the room! He started smashing stuff all over the house, screaming like a mental and after a while he crawled to the corner of the room and stayed there for an hour or so, like he was afraid of the world and he was crying his heart out until he passed out.

He saw her in his dreams again, she was there, just standing next to a wrecked house, nothing was clear but that place looked familiar, more than it should he guessed.

She was telling him the words over and over again: “Look what you’ve become, you ruined everything”

He woke up from the dream still crying but there was an echo of her voice in his mind saying all over again: “You ruined everything” “you ruined everything” “you ruined everything”
He wiped his face with the hands of his sweater and he stood up and started cleaning the garbage of a living room he had. He collected the piles of papers he had all over the place and threw them in the trash, then turned to the shreds of glass and cleaned that.

The sun was making the room unbearable for him so he closed the window and made it a bit dark and he lit a joint that was on his desk and started thinking about his existence. He knew this is going nowhere, he knew he had to change something. He looked at his room again and he went out to clear his mind a bit with the joint still in hand.

He threw it on the ground and somehow he found himself in a liquor store, he was becoming an alcoholic and there was nothing he could do! He took his courage in two hands and left the liquor store without buying anything and went to a shop where he bought stuff he needed to the house but without focusing on what he was buying. Then went to an antique store where he bought the thing he needed the most.

He came back home, cooked a steak and some fries and after eating he cleaned the dishes missing the days he actually shared meals with someone.

He set in front of the typing machine he just bought, and admired its beauty for a while and thought to himself that it was time he did something useful and decided to pursue his dreams of writing a book.

He put a paper in the machine and wrote the first words which were nothing but: “Wreck, my life is a wreck”.

He laid his back on the chair and lit a cigarette, thinking about what he has become and how he had it all and tossed in the trash. He had a good job, a beautiful lady who loved him so much at his side but he decided it wasn’t enough.

He felt the need to write but words escaped and he couldn’t think of a way to finish his ideas. He stood up and paced the room smoking his cigarette and thinking about his purpose in life, and then it hit him! Maybe his life was missing some spirituality, he was living in a godless world and he didn’t even believe in love until he met her, but if love exits maybe even god does. He sat in front of his desk and all his life was flashing in front of him, the good days, the laughter, the kisses, the love, the late night conversations, the fun and then the fights, the wreck, the shattered dreams and the tears.
He stood up again and this standing up and sitting down endlessly was actually making him sick, he put a song in his gramophone and he closed his eyes to leave a place in his soul for good music and he went back to the desk where he lit a cigarette and listened to the relaxing music for few minutes while he smoked yet another cigarette he lit after turning on the gramophone.


He looked at a bottle of alcohol he had on the desk and he thought: “did I really buy this while shopping, this is a sign” he smiled while pouring some of that old rum in his glass. Then, he held the glass in his hand and looked to the sky or to be more accurate the roof of his living room and said: “Well All mighty God, if you do exist, this is your last chance” and he gazed at his typing machine while drinking rum and getting lost in thoughts.

                                                                                                          W.H


Friday, 13 February 2015

My Last War

Life is a struggle, with all its ups and downs, happiness and sadness, pain and health, fun and boredom, smiles and grumpiness, laughter and tears and love and hate. Through all of this, you have to find a way to fight back, find a reason to get back on your feet every time you fall down. Simply put, life is a war.

I have been a huge fan of that age of great wars where armies invaded continents and a lot of war legends were born! Some of those legends were real, the others were just stories from mythologies but in the end all of their stories are fascinating and interesting.

Life is a war and I have been fighting my entire existence! Just like great warriors, I always hoped my life would end up by a sword; however that wish started fading as through my long life and endless battles, I've never encountered a worthy opponent! So I started losing that hope and started believing I would die on my bed, a boring death without the pride of dying on a battle field.

So it has been months now that I didn't go out of my castle, I have had enough of the endless battles, the pointless wars and the useless fighting. I never lost a battle, not even the ones people predicted I would, where I was out-numbered or my rivals had more experiences.

I was out of the battles for few months now and never thought I am going back, it became all boring and unattractive to me! I didn't get the same thrill defeating new opponents and conquering new lands, until the unthinkable happened.

I have heard that the greatest army of the world, which was led by the prettiest queen of them all, was heading towards another kingdom to start an alliance. Usually this wouldn't bother me; many kingdoms had alliances and truces, and that was never an issue for me! I was always able to conquer everyone and break alliances that lasted for years. Even the oldest alliances couldn't stand when faced by my great army.

Just like Achilles I was unbeatable, and I had, or so I thought, no weaknesses not even Achilles’s heel. But that was soon proven wrong.

I heard rumors about the greatest army of them all going to have an alliance with another kingdom and they are passing by the road of my old kingdom. So being the curious person that I am, I decided to go back home to my old castle and check this “greatest army of them all” which is being led by the “prettiest queen ever”. However, it took me time to get back home as the road was long and full of dangers but nothing that can stand in the way of my great army.

By the time, I reached my home and settled in my old castle, the queen and the so-called “king” had already agreed on an alliance. I thought “eeeh, fuck it who cares” but I still decided to check the truth behind all the rumors they spread about the beauty of this queen and greatness of her army. So I got out of my castle and with the help of some loyal friends I was able to meet this queen and in that exact moment I cared.

I cared about the alliance she had, and I cared about the other kingdoms, I cared about the battles and I saw all my past glories flashing in front of my eyes but somehow none of them actually mattered. I was certain that usually in the case of conquering a beautiful lady’s heart all I need to do is put on my war armor and just win again. However, this time it was different, not only she was more than I expected but also had an alliance and somehow I don’t want to treat her like all the other queens or consider this yet another fight and break up that alliance with my usual ways because she seemed so different. She deserves way better.

I will explain to you why it was a different matter: Usually when I go to war, I have my experience, my old ways, my great army behind me and then take that queen to my castle and wait there, behind the unbreakable walls and win the war by just having a strong offense but even stronger defences.

However, the moment I laid eyes on her I knew that is not going to happen.

I saw her and I felt like an inexperienced king leading an army of buffoons.

I saw her beautiful eyes and I saw my defences weaken.

I heard her voice and I saw my walls breaking.

I saw her amazing smile and I felt the earth shake under me like I am in Pompeii in its last days.

I heard her accent and how she pronounces certain words and I saw my army die to the very last one of them.

I smelled her perfume and I was standing in front of my throne and suddenly lost my shield and armor.

She laughed and I felt a strong push that threw in the air and slammed on the floor.

After few minutes of being with her, I found myself a king with no army to lead, no land to rule and no defences. I was left there, like the young warrior I was one day, with nothing but the sword in my 
hand and passion in my heart.

I looked into her eyes and I felt a sudden rise of emotions and I felt stronger and more powerful than ever.

I got back on my feet and held my sword in hand and screamed:



“There will be no truces, no forgiveness, no kingdoms or lands, no kings and no queens, no wars and no battles after this fight and there will be no queen but her and there never were and never will be any other king for her but me and together we will reunite this land and rule it forever. I am the warrior that will have the fight of his life; I am the fighter who will have his last War. And if the Gods blessed me with a death in battle so be it, but as long as I am breathing she will never be the queen for another king but me”

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 W.H