letter #5,999

yatahe

"He doesn't want me?"..."What a fool!", she said. "He let me down, was no where to be found, he let me down". He never replied, only in words he utters aimlessly to the sky. And she said good-bye...she loves and forgives herself. She walks on the path again, free from man. Alone, with a new shiny frame. She is floating around, with out her bubble, to the same place she started; home. Missing the target she sent her love to before, she fears it may still go there with out her effort. She had given her love freely and just realized the price. Another love lost but what a hell of a try. She chased him to the moon and would have still adored him if he was still a hairy baboon. I tell you, she could've loved him and made him a happy man. So much for happy endings, there's got'ta be a fairy tail some where down the way, just not as excited for any one else.

justam

I like your fairy tale. It's probably not as uncommon as you think. That's the amazing thing about tales of love. If you hear enough of them, lots of the action turns out to be the same.

yatahe

that he sang to her. She could grasp his voice but could not remember the words. He wrote her, "Forgiven. Touch me". She forgot how or maybe she is scared to again when last time she was saved until maybe a better came along. Maybe he wasn't sure but it was her heart that was up for grabs. She can see all the others...no other's heart rings true to hers as he. just that feeling of comfort and ease of being where one ought to be. And she rarely prays formerly and hopes that when she thinks of them with love it is understood and just as powerful...if in love. And the fairy tale continues on in her wake, in her dreams and death...it lingers on with the goal of peace and rest. She waits for an answer (she prepares herself if it does not come) and she goes on and on and on and on...in this lonely place, she carries on..."see me, feel me, touch me".