Non Edited- Free Style Piece- Entrapment

Hey guys,
Here it is, something I felt like writing as I just wanted to do something random
I went to the mirror last night, no not to brush my teeth, fix hair but to see him. He was trapped on the other side of the mirror- why I never knew he never said about it. But he was there I only had to lean in and whisper his name and he would come running. It was such a divide to be so far from the one you desire. I'd known him years, I had first noticed him one morning. I wished that God would bless me with a friend during a difficult time in my life. He had prayed for the same, sure enough here he was now. We were both nineteen, we had known each other since sixteen. Our worlds divided, his by war and violence, ours by peace and prosperity; two worlds colliding. He was engaged to the generals door, me to nobody. It wasn't love, it couldn't be love, so divided by a thin screen of pain. The mirror was placed by my bed side table and was often shifted around; he would often laugh saying "oh nice to see a nice view of you." His face gaunt, his eyes alive a brown that's pigment was so intense; it was all I cared to look at. I only saw his face, a face so entrancing, a face I longed for. We could never be a couple, we could never touch, never hold. He was expected to marry, I was expected to find the right person; a world of opposites. His love and mine love entwined, our hearts ready to explode at the slightest touch. I'd often rest my head on the mirror as I imagined him caressing my hair into little folds around his fingers. I'd cry only to imagine him drying those tears, nursing me back to health. My heart broken, his heart split by love and society.
I glared with envy looking into those eyes. "Please" I'd tell him. "Please find a way to break our two worlds, for us to be together, I want to know you, I want to touch your body, learn about your wounds and scars... I want you Jake." He would only sigh and never know how to reply. There was no explanation, there was no reasoning it just was. Jake Akrea the boy who captured my smile on a lonely night. He didn't know what to do, a boy in limbo, dancing with ghosts;  The ghosts of my world meshed with the dead spirits of his. We knew we had feelings for each other but how could he leave a girl that he loved so much? How could I love a man that loved his girl so much? "Aren't the risks worth taking? Can we not be happy Jake? Can we not love without love? Can we break the curse" "enough questions." His reply a bitter twig snapped off in the cold "love isn't worth this is it!" "But it is Jake! It's sacrificial, that is exactly what love is!" He would only sigh,  wishing me to just be quiet, to just look into those eyes. "Promise me you'll at least try to make it to at least one birthday Jake." "I never could... I can't I'm trapped aren't I!" I did as told looking into those eyes again.
One day a few months after  he told me he couldn't do this any more, he couldn't play games and couldn't keep playing false pretences. He would be gone for a while, he wasn't sure how many years it would be but he would be back. My heart broke into splinters, he was to marry this other woman; the generals daughter, he would do it. I would be alone, forever I would be the Miss Havisham from Great Expectations. I would be the spinster who grew old; sure enough I grew old. My hair withered into a grey, my eyes became dull and died out, I never married waiting upon something that could never be true. Waiting on stupidity and each night I would go to the mirror and call for Jake. Long for him, wish for him, pray and beg anything! Yet, all I got was a silence, a fog veiled over the mirror. On my sixtieth birthday, all those years after meeting him I heard a knock. A silent knock, but still a knock. I expected it to be my groceries I opened the door and my face lapsed. It couldn't be, it couldn't be. It was Jake, he was standing there gaunt, white hair, those eyes, his body glorious, his hands outstretched, a beaming smile. "Happy birthday. I did it" he sounded exhausted, exasperated even. "I just laughed and kissed him, kissed him over and over. I was transformed back into the sweet sixteen babe, he was the boy who I'd stumbled upon during a innocent prayer. I didn't care how, I didn't care why. He was here, he was mine, he was everything I'd dreamt of. "Oh Jake you beautiful man. I love you Jake. I love you" He smiled laughing with me, returning my kisses. The glass shattered in the mirror as the curse was broken. No longer entrapped but freed by love.
Love,

TSITR <3 x