broken pieces strewn about… do you like puzzles he asked?
Yes, very much she replies..Unaware that the scattered tattered bits were shattered pieces of his heart, spirit, & dreams.
Good he says with a sly grin…as no woman has ever had the commitment or focus required to finish it, but I know “you” can. You are different, unique, unlike any other I have ever encountered before. Yes…you are the one. You are special. You are so much more.
She beamed with delight…felt proud and honored that he found her so appealing. So wonderful. so right.
Attracted to her wide eyed wonder at the beauty of life, her open heart, giving spirit. Her light and her glow…maybe she could be the glue that binds. The seeker to recover and replace the shards of his remains.
she thought it was merely a kind gesture, that he enjoyed her company and noticed her love for creating so she willingly played his game.
with steel eyed focus she attended to the matter of constructing her ultimate master piece. She took pride in the task. She was determined. She would not let him down like all the others past. She would prove herself worthy.
minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years she dedicatedly worked the puzzle. She twisted and turned the pieces…determined to make them fit.
Laser like focus her eyes locked on the task at hand. Her own dreams no longer attended, covered in weeds and vines. Her glow no longer glowing…she had lost her shine.
She grew tired and weary as days turned to nights and nights turned to days. Seasons past…she would not give up..she could do it. She could fix it and he would love her for it. She would complete this puzzle…fix this for this man…others couldn’t do it but somehow she can.
But sadly that day never came.
One day she noticed something she had not seen in a while…a reflection of her face, it no longer wore a smile. She barely recognized the woman she did see..she said to herself could that woman be me? A gentle breeze blew through a slightly opened door and she vaguely remembered she used to want so much more. A thought hit her heart…How could this be. The responsibility for his healing he had given to she.
She slowly arose from the floor, on her feet she now stands. She traded the love of her self for the love of a man.
~ by Twin Spirit ღ