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Written by winterrain 14. Oct 2007 12:30 AM

Ok - this is just a story - fictional....no really...a fable of sorts...of promises unkept, of truths hidden or misbelieved.
Once there was a girl and once there was a boy, and they met in the way of such things, and in the way of such things, she fell in love and gave him her heart - but he, while he said he did, pulled away and came back and pulled away again...but in between they were happy in the way of such things and spent hours together, days, weeks, months passed and the girl, in the way of such things, fell deeper and deeper in love. The boy did not, although the girl thought he did.
Then one day, a day of sunshine a bright blue light, he told her their paths were diverging, he had to follow his heart to a country far away, In one second her heart shattered and she fought, fought for what she thought was true and real, what he had made her believe.
But in the way of such things, she came to settle for less, for friendship and physical love from this boy who was drawn to her,and promised her love in time.
And in the way of such things they created a life, and the boy grew afraid and made the girl choose between him and this new little life which she loved - it was his possible love or this new life.
And she in the way of such things, chose him, for she believed in her love for him and that he was falling back in love with her.
But it hurt, how it hurt, and it still does.
And in the way of such things the boy left for his far away land on a wave of promises of love and life when he returned, but yet another bright blue day she recieved a letter, electronically, saying he was wrong, there was no true love, there was no future.
And the girls heart shattered into a million shards, scattered to the winds, for she had believed him and given up a life for him, killed a life for him.
So now she sits and mourns the lost life, the lost boy she knew for though she loves him no longer, her heart is not whole. And in the way of such things the world around her reminds her of him and this causes more tears than it is worth.
fictional, totally, yet i sit here and cry

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Comments from the community:

Yeah, fictional like the (correct) responses to the chemistry exam. OK, that was a wierd analogy, but you get my drift.

Anyway, if we're talking about stories I have two ways to look at it, you can take your pick:
a) your prince charming IS coming, he just got lost and is too stubborn to get off his white horse and ask for directions, or
b) you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince charming.

I personally thinks it is a little from column a, a little from column b. See, your prince charming really IS just lost, but you didn't know that, so you were kissing a frog in the hopes he'd turn into your prince charming. But since prince charming is lost somewhere on his handsome white steed, you were just kissing a frog. A frog that was very good at convincing you that he was really a prince, but a frog nonetheless. So stop kissing frogs, cause when your prince does finally figure out that north is supposed to point up and rocks up at your house, what's he gonna think if he sees you making out with a frog?!

Lol, I'm hoping the humour tact helped, if not feel free to throw a sheep at me on facebook :)

Big hugs

Written by babz, 14. Oct 2007 12:43 AM

P.S. I've just been reading your prose/poetry. It's really good - amazing imagery and passion.

Written by babz, 14. Oct 2007 12:47 AM

Winterrain

Your writing of this fable (I suspect it is real) is wonderful. Had me in tears.

Go Winterrain!!!

Studying1

Written by studying1, 14. Oct 2007 11:26 PM