The Pool
Once Upon a time
there was a girl who knew that she would never love again.
Her one true love had lived under a spell that he would not break and no one could break it for him.
A spell that left him wandering in contented despair focused solely on himself. She tried everything to call him out of the woods of his stupor but nothing could catch his attention. And he died selfish and alone.
So she went on sad. Knowing that was it, love would never find her again. The curse of solitude had stolen her only love. When out of no where a curly haired man wandered into her life. Perhaps on purpose. Perhaps he was just wandering.
Love has the power to make things work, but only if both people choose it...choose to work on love together.
The curly haired man was hurting too. He ran alongside the sad girl and together they found joy running at the same pace in whatever direction their hearts decided. Jumping in the snow. Racing down bike paths. Mini golf, rock fortresses, star gazing, miles of races, moonlit kisses and cuddles left them smiling and breathless.
He was quiet and prone to long bouts of solitude while she was winsome and always with people but together they were wild and happy.
However, he couldn't see how they could ever be together. His close friends Solitude and Isolation beckoned and cajoled him. Slowly he began to withdraw to quietly walk away into the woods with Solitude, the same woods that had stolen her last love. Daily she would call out and wander the woods. Looking for flowers and beauty. Calling out to remind her curly haired love of the joy they had shared when first he pursued her. Love they had started building.
Each time she found him gazing into the magical pool of self. A pool that mysteriously appeared and disappeared in different locations around the forest. A pool she was certain fed his fears and doubts, but he would seldom tell her what he saw or felt at the pool. Each time the sad girl sensed that this pool was evil and stealing her curly haired love away. She would call him to look into her eyes instead. To hope for their future and after a short time together he would return to her with eyes twinkling and they would run at the same pace wherever their hearts desired.
Slowly it became more and more difficult for her to find him and draw him away from the pool. The reflection he saw their called him. Caught him, and each time they were together it took longer for its spell to wear off.
Her searches to find him became more and more frantic, but now when she found him not only had he forgotten why or how he loved her but her love for him made her ugly to him. On rare occasions he would come out of the spell and remember. The sad girl would see joy light his eyes as he held her and remembered. But she would have to leave and fight for their love from a distance. Only the spell kept him from fighting for their love. So she fought alone. While the curly haired man began to forget that he had ever loved her. All his love died down to admiration, a mere caring... somewhere in the back of his heart.
See now she wanders the woods calling out to him. Crying for him to remember. Trusting that he will find her, that love will win. That he will choose love and love will break the spell. But the woods with Solitude grow thicker, darker; sucking out her hope just as they sucked out his love.
Now when she finds him he stares at her with blank eyes. The troubles he saw in his reflection pool robbed him of the hopes they had held. The dreams they built sucked into its mirrored abyss. There will be no more long bike rides. No curly haired boys to build forts with. No flower gardens and houses to build together. Because he has forgotten how to choose love and his silence has turned into cruelty. So she crumples to the ground. Ugly now and forgotten. Her tattered dress covered in mud from her tears and the dust of her searching.
Gentle arms pick her up and carry her away. Love has failed to win again, and she dies a little more inside. Tears become the sea she floats on. Nothing else matters. Just forgotten memories and present tears. She floats away from the forest filled with Isolation and Solitude trapping her curly haired love in the reflecting pool. The fog of despair holds her in its tendrils. Twice now she has given her heart and lost. Only this time she doesn't know if she can love again.
The curly haired man stares into the pool of him. Lost in his mind and life's woes unaware of all the pain he is choosing. And the sad girl gives up and dies.
dies. dies. dies to self.
But never alone.
Floating in her own spell
The End
there was a girl who knew that she would never love again.
Her one true love had lived under a spell that he would not break and no one could break it for him.
A spell that left him wandering in contented despair focused solely on himself. She tried everything to call him out of the woods of his stupor but nothing could catch his attention. And he died selfish and alone.
So she went on sad. Knowing that was it, love would never find her again. The curse of solitude had stolen her only love. When out of no where a curly haired man wandered into her life. Perhaps on purpose. Perhaps he was just wandering.
Love has the power to make things work, but only if both people choose it...choose to work on love together.
The curly haired man was hurting too. He ran alongside the sad girl and together they found joy running at the same pace in whatever direction their hearts decided. Jumping in the snow. Racing down bike paths. Mini golf, rock fortresses, star gazing, miles of races, moonlit kisses and cuddles left them smiling and breathless.
He was quiet and prone to long bouts of solitude while she was winsome and always with people but together they were wild and happy.
However, he couldn't see how they could ever be together. His close friends Solitude and Isolation beckoned and cajoled him. Slowly he began to withdraw to quietly walk away into the woods with Solitude, the same woods that had stolen her last love. Daily she would call out and wander the woods. Looking for flowers and beauty. Calling out to remind her curly haired love of the joy they had shared when first he pursued her. Love they had started building.
Each time she found him gazing into the magical pool of self. A pool that mysteriously appeared and disappeared in different locations around the forest. A pool she was certain fed his fears and doubts, but he would seldom tell her what he saw or felt at the pool. Each time the sad girl sensed that this pool was evil and stealing her curly haired love away. She would call him to look into her eyes instead. To hope for their future and after a short time together he would return to her with eyes twinkling and they would run at the same pace wherever their hearts desired.
Slowly it became more and more difficult for her to find him and draw him away from the pool. The reflection he saw their called him. Caught him, and each time they were together it took longer for its spell to wear off.
Her searches to find him became more and more frantic, but now when she found him not only had he forgotten why or how he loved her but her love for him made her ugly to him. On rare occasions he would come out of the spell and remember. The sad girl would see joy light his eyes as he held her and remembered. But she would have to leave and fight for their love from a distance. Only the spell kept him from fighting for their love. So she fought alone. While the curly haired man began to forget that he had ever loved her. All his love died down to admiration, a mere caring... somewhere in the back of his heart.
See now she wanders the woods calling out to him. Crying for him to remember. Trusting that he will find her, that love will win. That he will choose love and love will break the spell. But the woods with Solitude grow thicker, darker; sucking out her hope just as they sucked out his love.
Now when she finds him he stares at her with blank eyes. The troubles he saw in his reflection pool robbed him of the hopes they had held. The dreams they built sucked into its mirrored abyss. There will be no more long bike rides. No curly haired boys to build forts with. No flower gardens and houses to build together. Because he has forgotten how to choose love and his silence has turned into cruelty. So she crumples to the ground. Ugly now and forgotten. Her tattered dress covered in mud from her tears and the dust of her searching.
Gentle arms pick her up and carry her away. Love has failed to win again, and she dies a little more inside. Tears become the sea she floats on. Nothing else matters. Just forgotten memories and present tears. She floats away from the forest filled with Isolation and Solitude trapping her curly haired love in the reflecting pool. The fog of despair holds her in its tendrils. Twice now she has given her heart and lost. Only this time she doesn't know if she can love again.
The curly haired man stares into the pool of him. Lost in his mind and life's woes unaware of all the pain he is choosing. And the sad girl gives up and dies.
dies. dies. dies to self.
But never alone.
Floating in her own spell
The End
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