Unholy, Our Alliance


How would it feel to tell her, every day of your life, exactly how you feel? To let her know how important she is, in your own way.

To see the look of disbelief, uncertainty, soon to be overcome by elation, unbridled happiness. Over and over, to watch the truth sink in, to prosper in the glow of her pure faith.

These are lost memories (to her). They cannot be forgotten. How can you forget what you have never known? Like the echo of footsteps that leave no mark.

These too can shape a lifetime.