I never thought I’d meet someone like you. Delicate hair, fair skin, small frame. I’d never seen anyone smile so widely before you magically appeared in my life. You, a delicate purple flower with white ribbons dancing around your every move. Nothing anybody could say would taint your pure heart. That pureness seeped into every crevice of your mind, so nobody could ever harm you. No matter how you grew, no matter how dark the world became, your light would always shine brighter than they ever could. That joy, that happiness that could never be broken… You infected me with your disease even at a young age. I was your black, and you were my white. Well, I knew I wouldn’t be able to avoid it.
Our folks were close, allowing us to grow closer. We were like a magnet, even when we were in nappies. I, the negative and energized. You, the positive and connecting. We were inseparable, even when others tried to pull us apart. Even when my raincloud haunted me, and Satan tried to pull me into his domain, you gallantly pulled me out. I was no man; you were more man than I could ever be. When the demons haunted my nightmares, when the tears appeared from my eyes, you were there to comfort me. We moved up through the ages together, without ever leaving each other's side. Even when we fought, I would always run back to you. Even when nobody would take us, we would take one-another. However… our magnet was pulled apart by his will. Our paths split down the middle, graduation tearing apart at our connections. Only when I reached the second, the third set… the first time I realised I could never live without you beside me. Your love had drifted away too soon.
Seven painful years, I was left alone. The darkness scared me, but society made me freeze. I was lonely, but that was my own choice. People tried to connect to me, but I repelled them. They were negatives, like me. I needed that positive, and that was you. Nobody else satisfied me… nobody understood. They come up to me, offer me their hand. Whereas, I put up my barrier; my hopes of ever crossing paths with you again.
Time finally caught up with me after what felt like ages. A certain something was slotted through my door, inscribed with your surname. My hope shone brightly as I tore open what stood between us, but it was all a lie. It was despair. You had found someone else, “Amyloid.” I had no idea why this man had to separate us so young, but I knew I could never have you back. You belonged to another. You’d fallen for the thief of life, moving away from your phantom thief of hearts. Sadly, my feelings were intoxicating me. Every thought I thought, every step I stepped, I could not stop your young smile from staring me in the face. Amyloid could infect your pure heart, but he could never infect your past.
The only way I could ever speak to you was the art of words. Each edge of the paper scraped against my barely-beating heart. Each day, a new one was born. Each day, new feelings were applied. It was a surprisingly good stress reliever. However, no matter how greatly Amyloid had won, I wouldn’t give up on you so soon. Despite each beginning was different, the result was always the same. I always called for you, longed for you. Yet, I could not utter my name onto the paper. The mental scarring would be too much for me. In the end, you would place each letter on your sideboard, and Amyloid would erase my attempts. But I would not give up so easily.
When Amyloid inevitable lifted you, I was never aware. Even when my black became grey, I never forgot. Even when you were unable to hold me, my heart remained on lockdown. Each piece of art continued to your door, and each piece of art always ended up in a pile. That pile grew, yet you paid no notice. Amyloid wouldn’t let you pay any notice. What an abusive relationship you and Amyloid had. And yet, hope still won. He may have won the battle, but he did not win the war. My last breath carried me to you, and Amyloid was no more. I could tell you my woes, share my letters, and be with you for the first time. The thief of an important puzzle piece could taint us, sure. However, memory means nothing when that time comes.
