A Story
There was a girl once, who was my faerie princess. She defined beauty to me, and was everything that I wanted. An infatuation from high school that spanned into almost the present, she was the only person whom each time I saw her she increased in beauty. Twice she made me consider being unfaithful, and both times I did not follow through.
The first, she was standing there amongst so much expensive finery dressed in clothes she had found second hand. Little sandals wrapped about her feet, and her brown hair laid free upon her shoulders as it always did. An extra from a midsummer's night's dream, I wanted to be with her more than anything. But I did nothing, exchanged pleasantries and remembered what I had instead of what I didn't.
The second, we saw each other from across the street and our eyes met. She was an absolute vision, her hair now coiled in dreadlocks, her eyes now showing experience from behind her glasses. We walked, each being devoured by the others' vision. A song as old and beautiful as the stars passed between us without words. Her lips parted, ever so slightly, as if to say something. I looked down and did not look back. I knew if even Hello was said, I would break any and all previous relationship agreements if only for a moment with her.
I can't seem to be able to write anything else, even though very important developments are occuring in my life. I suppose everything is just too much, too close, too imminent. Blinded, like staring at the sun.
Written On: Home Computer
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