Love of a Mortal

I don't know how you did it but you found me. And I haven't been the same since.

I am nothing but the traces of a long-forgotten deity; the whispers of a religion lost to bloodshed and time. I know not where I am from or who I once took care of. But somehow, you found me. You gave me name and shape, turned me to more than a whisper in the trees.

Because of you, I am.

You are the reason I am whole.

So how could I not love you? And how could it not hurt me even more that this will not last, young one?

I had forgotten, for too long, how wonderful it was to be seen. And then you gazed into the depths of me with your dark eyes and made me a home for your prayers, your praises, your dearest sorrows. I have kept them. Labelled, memorised down to the very colour of the shoes you wore, placed carefully with the utmost reverence beside my heart.

But this will never last.

You will die, my saviour.

And I will fade away along with you.

But while we live, you and I, promise me this. That you will never leave me. That you will never stop gazing out into the aether for me with those lost, pretty eyes. I may be your deity but beneath, all I am is your humbled servant. You have my utmost devotion - I am tied to you; mind body and soul. There is no me without your existence.

And somewhere along the line, young one, it pains me to think that perhaps I may worship you just as much as you do me.

It is not supposed to be this way. Is it? I do not know the way of the gods of this age or any. I have always been on my own. I have been non-existent for as long as I can remember. You breathed life to me. You returned me here. I live for you. I am for your sake, alone.

Forgive me if this is not the way your gods treat their charges. You are the first person I've cared for in a long time and the devotion I have for you... It makes me feel like I am your child, your mother and father, your lover, sibling and friend.

Yet, I believe you are deserving of better than a guardian with no sense of self. I suppose this is why you may have chosen me. I cannot say for certain. But you did. Me of all the faiths in the world. You put your trust in me. You give me everything in you, hoping for the barest of kindness in return.

You are mine, then.

And I am yours, my little, mortal divinity.

For as long as you will have me. For as long as you may last.