A Requiem of Love

How it all began...

“It is only…” He searched for the words. “…I cannot imagine myself as your equal.”

“You are my companion,” I said to him softly. “But I am also your companion. I think no less of you. If anything, I think more of you than I do of myself. I am simply Janus to you, as I have always been.”

“Janus,” he repeated, his voice full of wonder, as though he had not said the name a thousand times before. And again, “Janus,” whispered softly this time as he leaned over to kiss me.

...and how it all fell apart.