What does it mean to be in love?

   Does it exist?

   Or is it just thrown around to take advantage?

   Esther, or should I say Felicity is stood before me, her dress blowing in the breeze. Her green eyes locked with mine.

   That was the day she had left me. Left me for a man so she could keep her family alive for just a little longer.

   She left without a trace.

   She left with nobody remembering her.

  But I did.

   Because I loved her.

   The first time I kissed those lips, the taste of sweat plums filled my senses. The first time I touched her smooth skin, it was like a warm fire raging through my body.

  She was my maid.

  And I loved her.

   One day she had left without even saying goodbye, leaving me in a pain that is too hard to describe.

  The pain returned when I said those words:

  "I still love you Felicity."