Their story

by Siggy

Waking up that Saturday morning he knew that today his life was going to take a different path that some fundamental shift was to take place changing him forever.

He was looking forward to this evening and an outing for it offered him an opportunity to meet old friends. The entrance was incredible. A gigantic hologram, a time warp set amongst the ice crystals of a winter wonderland. He gazed in wonder at the gentle swirl of light as he walked in to seek a chair

A moment spent to make introductions and he ambled off across the room to a table at which were seated old colleagues and friends from a past life. Handshakes and hellos the greetings of the day as they reminisced about old times and caught up.

And then he felt it. He can still remember half turning, looking back across his left shoulder and there she was with that smile upon her face, looking just as he remembered.

This is a story the telling of which spans a lifetime

This is the story of two people who should have spent their entire lives together.

This is a story of a love that stood the span of time.

This is their story.....

I still remember the first day I met her. As I walked around to the back of my car, she came out. I looked across at her and immediately felt the binding of the bonds that were to hold us together.

I was in love

But she weren't mine, she was his. And me, I was running, nursing a broken heart, hiding in the wilderness trying to pull my life back together again.

But oh I could cross this line so easily!

All those years, on those infrequent occasions we met I kept my feelings in check. For I thought that she was happy, I had no reason to think otherwise for she always had her smile.

But this day things were going to change.

Squatting down next to her I had no inclination of what was to happen next and I don't think she did either. How could we, till the moment to follow, nothing had ever been said, nothing had ever been done.

I looked up and for the first time I let the veil drop from my eyes. And it happened. In her eyes I saw mirrored my own mind, heart and soul and everything that could have been said, everything that should have happened, was done.

In that single moment I crossed the line, forgetting everything but you.

And by doing so I let you touch me in a way no one has in two decades. You had the key and there you were, just where you should have been, all my life.

I love you.

Everything that you and I were to do from that point onwards would only be a re affirmation of what happened in that moment.

And what happened was that we finally let the other see what we had been feeling, what we had known from that very first moment we met.

Nothing we could ever do after this would be as significant as this moment, nothing.

His life over the years has been a pale shadow. Outwardly happy, but this was only skin deep. What he was, all that was buried deep inside him, contained, locked and hidden so deep that even he had forgotten what it was like to be himself.

And now, here she were, with that impish smile and her chuckle and he was himself all over again.

There was really very little to say after that, the truth is that they did not even speak of where they found themselves. Their stolen moments were filled with humour and laughter, of the mundane and of more, every second immersed in the light of their love. He could not remember the first time he voiced it that he loved her.... He had loved her for so long that saying it was a mere detail in this life of theirs. But he does remember their first kiss.

She was gone though, almost as soon as he met her, gone up into those wilds that he knew so well.

She filled him.

Her touch, just seeing her for a few moments is all it takes for everything to become alright.

It surely is strange, it certainly is wonderful this ability that she has to bring his entire life into perspective. And he was so in love with her!

What he wanted to was to yell from the roof tops about their love, about how he felt about her of her love for him.

There is thunder in the distance, the sky's sullen grey, a storm a brewing. He is alone and yet not, for she is with him in his thoughts, spiritually.

Where he is, is a beautiful place, it calms him to be here, for the pace of life slower, distant from urban chaos. She is closer to him here, amongst the silence, the cry of the birds, and close to the water that she oh so loves.

He has built something here, a home, each part of it thought of over the years. She was not there, and yet, when she did see it, it seemed as if every brick was laid with her in mind. Her joy the pleasure she expressed was that of a child discovering a new garden to play in, her face glowing with that sense of happiness that only contentment can bring.

Their life is made up of stolen moments - a glimpse, a few minutes, perhaps an hour or two.

Those hours, days that he doesn't see her drag, each second an hour, every hour a day and his mind numb to all that is around him.

Their life has been a series of swoop from the heights of happiness to the depths of despair.

Her life is, complicated. Tugged and pulled in every direction by demands for her time and attention she is dragged into places he cannot follow her.

And when she crosses over, he cannot see her anymore.....

He is divided by principle, of what is right and wrong. But how could this be wrong when it feels so right?

Together, they are as one... no matter what the ill's previous, a few moments together and all is well... her smile, her voice, her smile, the way she reaches out to hold his little finger.......

Is it all over?  Are they lost? The vagaries of fate, of life.... He lost his anchor... and he is torn apart within.

"Find me"

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