Forgiven

There wasn't much light anywhere, save a red flickering tower-light in the distance. There was the half-moon of course, in whose glorious light the night bathed, and revered those that revered each other. There was no need of any illumination, for the hearts were bathed clean, and everything was so pure one could see it clear in the dark. Passion forgives anything; forgiveness is truly passionate, and in that passion the dust of time and the gloom of loneliness disappeared. What's forbidden in tempting, and when resistance fails, temptation becomes a full grown animal, sweeping anyone off their feet. Sometimes, it's good to give in, to let go, to stop resisting.

That's what they did. In a lonely night in the wild that their incredible fate had landed them into, by sheer chance, bringing to life in a flash all the moments years ago that were full of love for each other. And in that flash was forgotten the grime of time, the unspeakable distances, the fights and the tears, the pain, the failed relationship. In that flash was forgiven all the hurt, all the unsaid grievances, the marriage, the divorce, and all those years, wasted. They were young again, fresh growing-intimate-strangers and not worn-out indifferent-acquired-strangers any more.

Gaze locked itself in the eyes and the night melted around in a haze. Love is beautiful.