|I run up the stairs, running from someone who loves me,
Running to someone I love.
The lights are shining bright at the top of the Acropolis,
Blinding me, hiding from me the love of my life.
I hear a scream from behind me,
Warning me of the dangers of the unknown.
The scream from above is barely audible over the scream from below.
I trip over an unknown object,
An object determined to keep me from the arms of my only love.
I keep running, dragging the object on my ankle.
It slows me down, but I keep fighting.
Fighting for the right to choose the one I love,
No matter how hard it may be.
I get closer to the top and His voice is calling out to me,
Drowning out his voice from below.
I can see his arms, ready to enclose me in an unbreakable embrace.
The voice from below is gone.
I run the last few steps,
The unknown object falls from my ankle.
Our fingertips touch, then our hearts, then our lips, sealing our fate.
A fate we do not mind being bound to.