But sleep not too long here, for darkness would taint even the purest of hearts if it were left unwary long enough.
You seem troubled, are you feeling well? Or is it my story that bothers you so? No matter, it will get better. Perhaps.
Of course, if things are to improve, they must first become much worse. Why do I say so?
Well, you see, it is all his fault. That fateful meeting, two months after the first. I'd thought I'd buried all trace of any kind of feeling for him so deep that it would never be able to find it's way to the surface of my heart ever again.
I had planned to go for a stroll that day, down to a rather large tree by a lake nearby our house where I could sit and read in peace. This plan, however, was cut short by a certain event. A man at my front door. The man. The moment I saw him, those feelings which I had thought to be buried forever immediately resurfaced. I froze, my head was spinning with too much chaos to register any need for movement. He walked toward me, said my name softly, asked me questions. Brushed a hand though my hair. I panicked. I ran. Back to the solitude, to the safety of my room. My heart was pounding - that's amusing, 'my heart', really now - and I was shaking. My head reeling with questions, why was he here? What just happened? He had remembered me? Slowly, I began to calm down. Now composed, I decided to dwell on the matter no further and began making preparations for dinner where yet another surprise lay in wait.
Oh dear, I apologise, there seems to be another customer. Not to worry, this shouldn't take long.
You seem troubled, are you feeling well? Or is it my story that bothers you so? No matter, it will get better. Perhaps.
Of course, if things are to improve, they must first become much worse. Why do I say so?
Well, you see, it is all his fault. That fateful meeting, two months after the first. I'd thought I'd buried all trace of any kind of feeling for him so deep that it would never be able to find it's way to the surface of my heart ever again.
I had planned to go for a stroll that day, down to a rather large tree by a lake nearby our house where I could sit and read in peace. This plan, however, was cut short by a certain event. A man at my front door. The man. The moment I saw him, those feelings which I had thought to be buried forever immediately resurfaced. I froze, my head was spinning with too much chaos to register any need for movement. He walked toward me, said my name softly, asked me questions. Brushed a hand though my hair. I panicked. I ran. Back to the solitude, to the safety of my room. My heart was pounding - that's amusing, 'my heart', really now - and I was shaking. My head reeling with questions, why was he here? What just happened? He had remembered me? Slowly, I began to calm down. Now composed, I decided to dwell on the matter no further and began making preparations for dinner where yet another surprise lay in wait.
Oh dear, I apologise, there seems to be another customer. Not to worry, this shouldn't take long.
Emmerah
